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"...the network of veins in
your hands changed to the underside
of a leaf."
-"While I May Still Understand"
Annette Allen
Country of Light
When no one is there to see and remember, the leaves shiver, the interwoven strands of vines come alive with purpose, part down the middle of their mass, and fall away to each side, halves of a curtain parted. What sleeps within unfolds, rises to its true height, and stands clad in motley brown and green and gold, crowned in laurel and holly twined with gilt-edged ivy. The hands clasping loosely the edges of its cloak are made of leaves, overlapped and woven, shaped into instruments of use, the leaf-veins grown into sinew and bone.
your hands changed to the underside
of a leaf."
-"While I May Still Understand"
Annette Allen
Country of Light
When no one is there to see and remember, the leaves shiver, the interwoven strands of vines come alive with purpose, part down the middle of their mass, and fall away to each side, halves of a curtain parted. What sleeps within unfolds, rises to its true height, and stands clad in motley brown and green and gold, crowned in laurel and holly twined with gilt-edged ivy. The hands clasping loosely the edges of its cloak are made of leaves, overlapped and woven, shaped into instruments of use, the leaf-veins grown into sinew and bone.