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From out of a bush emerges a spirit — this bush, far from the city.
This enormous tree in the neighbour’s yard commands attention. It radiates out, reminds us of the reaches of sky. It’s absurd to think it’s owned by someone.
The deer stand silently, ears up, as they move through twilight streets: intensity behind their eyes.
— The stranger god walks many paths at once. We see the red hat.