I clamber out of the pit, weighted-heavy ground of almost liquid soil. Deep marsh ignorant of broad solar circles. To be here now is to have always been here, a claim validated by the impressionable and the fossil record. My form, though unoriginal, could not have been wholly unprepared for the Devonian. If this is the beginning-of what?-then I am more unprepared now, so I sink down again.
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