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Forest Floor

The discarded dead find an unused beauty, an afterlife that curls, re births, tunnels and reshapes - a mulching of a former season's thin bones. Mortality buds from an emptiness long before the seed encloses it, a mottled mold unwinds death to life. See the genetics of the unseen, see the shedding and replenishing, a branching polymorphic architecture that constantly furrows and gardens the grave. A self-determined choreography of stemless minds, the unseen labor before the upsurge, before the foundation and the root.

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