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Hands in dark earth, water rises to meet the sky.

Filed under RECOVERED ARTIFACTS. Cross-reference: greenhouse series, folder 7.

Giant fish sits in therapist's office on armchair.

Rooted souls labor beneath their own bare branches.

The moon outside is somehow the least strange thing here.

Night itself knocks, grinning at the glass.

Workers on stationary bikes smile under supervisor's watch.

The battery listed has a seven-year service life.

Tiny amphibian souls dissolving into fine morning mist.

Scroll rod, three columns, bucket, cow, tumbleweed, farmer, glass, chicken, plate, seal, clouds, arrows.

The bride's tear appears rehearsed, third take likely.