Mary couldnt sleep. Every time s tense h fear.

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    t and  landscape tled , like tion of some s. But animals migrated for a purpose;  crossing to places o mate and bear offspring. t  of pure c of utterly random events at toms and molecules; t all.

    Nevertense and driven  did. Mary felt it, too, except t s kno purpose  unlike o knoire world was alive and conscious.

    Mary climbed tide laced a brilliant silver tening dark of ts and tful beening to embrace somet  was, Mary would never know.

    Surned toree stood. It y minutes os great  o say, and s hem.

    So, moved by tement of t, and desperate to join in. told ill about  t everyted to everytian, s connected, too; but  loose and free and lig purpose.

    And to anot, and it  everyt s off from it. And it o find a connection, because there was no God.

    ation and o climb ree and try once again to lose .

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    Surely it couldnt be ree?

    Sopped  balks of green icks and fell all to tself, tree she knew so well, leaned and leaned

    and sloo topple.

    Every fiber in trunk, ts seemed to cry out separately against t it fell and fell, all t lengt smass  of to lean to a breaker; and trunk rebounded up a little tled doorn