'...the tree began to breathe ...'
What's miraculous is not the breathing, but the begininng. Ordinary trees, after all (ordinary bushes, too) breathe all the time.
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1 comment:
To me that line has always suggested a man standing as still as a tree, then creepily coming to life... or a tree starting to pulse in a trippy way.
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