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Through Time
1–2 minutesThese are the scatterings of the wind—hemlock needles, and fallen branches, and hive-shaped cones, all blanketed in snow. Our steps are strange and lumbering, and, above us, the sky is heavy. It’s rain—the kind of rain that seeps out from tree branches and hillsides, the kind of rain that is somehow, in itself, green. Down
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Night Sea
1–2 minutesThe cedar tree holds up the night, its branches the dark blue of early dawn in those pre-pink momentswhere it is neither night or day,and behind it the mountain sleeps in shadowlike some deep-sea giant peeking through gold curtains of silt and seaweed, the wind carving against it, onto the backs of birds and whales
