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From that point on, A Finger Pointing made herself the glue of this growing clade. She would share weekly or monthly lunches and dinners with each, keeping up with them via letters and, once they were implemented, sensorium messages. Even as her smile remained or veered towards a smirk or wily grin, even as her opinions on each of her cocladists grew more complicated, watching burgeoning loves and animosities, she kept in touch.

Yes, there were steps that she needed to take. There were ways that she needed to keep herself safe. There were ways that those who above all else she loved might come to harm and she need to keep them safe as well. She needed to ensure their safety even above her own.

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Dry Grass was the first she kept safe. A home was provided to her within the fifth stanza’s neighborhood. +

Dry Grass was the first she kept safe. A home was provided to her within the fifth stanza’s neighborhood, a little cottage some doors down from her own home. She may have been safe as she was, they both agreed, but safety from her down-tree’s anger was not the only safety that was needed. There was also safety from being alone, from being left in without support.

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Dry Grass did not weep. She did not sob. The tears she shed that night, sitting on the playground swings beside A Finger Pointing were tears of fury. They were tears of betrayal.

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The next day, they ((Sasha and Dry Grass))

To fall in love with a cocladist is to engage in a radical form of self-love. To fall in love with a cocladist is to find a way that perhaps you are your type. To fall in love with a cocladist is to accept that you are large; you contain multitudes. To fall in love with your cocladist is to recognize that your hyperfixations define, in part, your sense of self, and that if you expand beyond one, then perhaps you are more than just one self.