While forests of rain are tumbling from the clouds, she sleeps. From each exhaled breath, swarms of insects, transparent to opaque, spiral fluttering, butterflies to birds inflating, to armadillo exhalations. And soon there will be humans in the aisles of nature’s megastore. In a flurry of her own creations, the goddess wakes. I will not […]

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