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He drives them to a copse of spared hardwoods in the bottoms of a slow stream.

From high up in this crazy cantilevered oak, looking down on the sidewalk

a pollen-coated wasp crawled down the hole at the tip of a certain green fig and laid eggs all over the involute garden of flowers hidden inside

Around lights-out, Prisoner 1037 gets a little truculent at the overdone theatrics

They hold a silent liturgy of memory and shock