Someone's object of fascination wedged deliberately into a bit of wooden fence at the Liberty Sunset Garden Center. It's easy to imagine this chunk of cellulose replacing Liberty's torch, glowing with lichen's cold fire. Modeling harmony, the graceful synchretism anyone hopes to find in this world, the close weave of algae and fungus is, as always, hard at work pressing the reset button, all the while dreaming who knows what dreams.
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