I realize what I’m telling you is hard to believe. But it all came together last night, while I was closing the gate, telling the trees goodbye. Everything made perfect sense. Not that I like it, you know, but it ﬁts.
The land is sentient.
That’s the scary part. The execution. I don’t know how to explain it, this knowing. I see things diﬀerently now. I know things I didn’t know before. And everything that happens might look one way to the average person, but it means something entirely diﬀerent to one who comprehends.
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