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Diane's avatar

I stopped short after reading “… dreaming of nothing more than spreading his roots in a warm pasture of mud, rocketing his leaves to the glorious light of the sky, and basking in the power of chloroform.”

I think you meant chlorophyll not chloroform. Chloroform would render the non-cabbage hero unconscious. Chlorophyll is what plants use to absorb energy from the sun.

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Evan's avatar

This was a truly delightful read. It reminded me of The River by Flannery O'Connor, but much more lightheaded and beautifully dream-like.

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