Had it always been here -- this marvelous black earth in which she sank to her ankles, this coral-colored fungus frilling the branches at her feet? Had birds always sung? Had the rain always this light touch, as if she might inhabit it?
... sometimes I think we must be walking on shoals of bodies without realizing it and all the earth's a graveyard.
-- Sarah Perry, The Essex Serpent
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