“Wenna felt the basic and unassailable truth that they were mutilating the bog… Those glistening black cavities left in the earth were like open wounds. And their practice had always been to leave them open, to let time and water and the sphagnum’s hunger for conquest suture them… Always they had been portioning out fragments of the bog’s life in exchange for fragments of their own.” pg 99
— Aug 11, 2025 07:58PM
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