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The day began with Jude giving the Aaron a hand in setting up countless contraptions just past the rim of the forest, describing an invisible net of arcane geometries held there five feet above the ground. She lugged the total station while he placed the equipment. He prattled on as he went, describing what he was doing, what tools he was using, what equipment she was carrying. She largely lost track after the word ‘theodolite’.

Theodolite.

Theo-dolite?

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Theodo-lite?

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Theodo-lite?

The -ite put her in mind of stones. Of something semiprecious. Pretty, but not costly. And that theo weighing down the front-half of the word got her thinking of gods and, perhaps, of God. Theology. Theogeny.

The God-stone? Does that make sense?

Or perhaps it was the -dol- stuck in the middle. Sadness? No, that wasn’t it. Pain? Dolorimetry, yes. The measure of pain. Was that a science? A sub-field, perhaps. Not hers, not as a botanist. Not Aaron’s.

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And when Elanna awoke, the puma was the first to notice the new tree, there by the numinous outcropping and its attendant forest, where ferns fingered the air and fronds like hands reached out to touch them.