• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 07
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Bricks and mortar.
Leaves and water.
Paint and china.
Ink and fibre.

Give me your hand, my dear, and I will trace its veins,
Imagining the blood that travels through your whole;
Voyaging around your heart, your lungs and your brain...

More than sounds in tree-tops. More than fire from coal.