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it couldn’t remember the time when it had been a she.
back when it’s meat sack had dominated her thoughts. it could barely remember
the moment when she had rejected the notion of nature, or the moment she gave
up the Meat for the Green. now it spread its green throughout the crumblings.
then she had been trying, with so many others, to keep the crumblings from
crumbling. now it was the Green and the Green was vibrant and alive and feeding
all day and sleeping all night and spreading and photosynthesizing and
reproducing and climbing and crawling and creeping and crumbling the crumblings
beneaths its living tendrils and connections and mega-self. meat gone.