Black Morass upon restlessness;

tiny white mushrooms; to eat, agrippina explained. the inner bark of a log so rotted that they both witnessed how its blackened bark slid off like gamy skin.

her eyes beheld morning glory and nightshade, but she did not point these out, nor gather them.

into his care was delivered a small pile of "raspberries. they are best eaten in the fall."

one burst to flavor on her tongue. she began to dirty herself gathering obsidian chunks of hard clay.