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epitome of incomprehensibility
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How to creep out a sociolinguistics prof: tell her that the plant you're cradling in your hand - what looks like a blueberry bush, denuded for December - contains a pair of dog's paws. These are two patches of close-together branches that each have four flower petals clinging to them in a paw-like pattern. You claim that they ARE paws, at least in spirit, and they can move in a decidedly un-plant-like way. Well, they could before, but not now. When you run your hand over them this time, trying to coax them into movement, they only respond to your touch the way any slight-branched, rooted plant would. They sway in the wind, just a little. They can't move on their own anymore.
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One dream_plant is a particular pea.
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a man and a boy, both ferns, speak of the future. when they revert to their previous human forms, the man will regenerate in two separate halves. he'll need someone to help make him whole again. ꧁꧂ far from the field, a woman eavesdrops on their conversation. she sits alone in a control room, surrounded by surveillance equipment. another woman in another room does the same. she has guests. she learns the secret of the man's blood, thinned by an old injury. she understands that her best shot at killing him is to strike when he's weak in the immediate aftermath of his transformation. "we take is legs," she says to her underlings. the first woman hears this happen. she slams her fist on the table that holds the tools of her trade. ꧁꧂ the boy crouches over the man, his legs lifeless and unfastened from his upper body. a helicopter appears overhead. a single-barrel autocannon mounted to the fuselage. the door gunner opens fire. the first woman shows up on foot. she sweeps the man's legs into her arms and runs, carrying them to what she hopes will be safety, risking her own life to give his spores a chance to reproduce.
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