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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

In the woods

The man on TV knelt by the tree stump and reached inside. He scooped forth a handful of glowing red loam, heartwood going back to earth, and smelled it deeply. The house the girl lived in with the television and her family was in the big city, but upon watching the man inhale in the forest, she had a powerful urge to smell and know for herself. Years later she did this, and also felt the decaying earth bounce gently as she walked over it, a souffle of elements. The man on TV was probably dead by now. It was easier for her to fathom the regenerative power of death in a tree than in a life more similar to hers, but she figured the results would be the same.

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