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(oil)
Great branches shield her from hot rays as she stretches out under the cool shade. She listens to the sound of her heart beating, slow and rhythmic. The forest is silent. She has put it in a trance. Grass grows and leaves fall in time with the beat of her heart. The smell of them envelops her, cradles her, sings to her, soothing and melting her eyelids together.