i need to lie in the clay valley among the bones of killers and progenitors who danced and who began the hunt as we stayed down from the fruit tree. i could be frozen by a young mineral. i could begin the long work. 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐦𝐞. a green rest of 1,000,000 dawns. the proteins of child-earth will forget