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<h1>Zk | 013</h1>
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<p>I followed Cress, Tule, and Dry Grass back home.</p>
<p>The three of them lived in a narrow brownstone of sorts, full of the dark wood and plush carpets that I knew well from Marsh&rsquo;s house, though the walls were lined — in some places all but completely covered — with paintings. The vast majority were of landscapes skillfully done in watercolor or acrylics, but each of which was interrupted with a shape of black so deep that it seemed to eat any and all light around it. Beyond just reflecting zero light, it pulled greedily at light that even got close.</p>
<p>Also spaced out through the house were various <em>objets d&rsquo;art</em> I recognized from Hanne&rsquo;s work. Dry Grass explained that both paintings and art were from her cocladists Motes and Warmth In Fire. &ldquo;My little ones,&rdquo; she called them, which fit well, given what I knew of Warmth In Fire.</p>
<p>She sounded proud of them, as a mother would of her children, which took me a minute to piece together. There were no shortage of family dynamics within the System — after all, old and young alike upload, and upload dates can be decades or centuries apart — though it was relatively rare that they were so strong within a clade where everyone was by necessity the same age. What guardianship we Marshans felt over Cress, the smallest among us, only barely seemed to scratch the surface of the depth of Dry Grasses feelings over And We Are The Motes In The Stage-Lights and Which Offers Heat And Warmth In Fire. We were protective of Cress, she was hanging artwork on her fridge door and walls.</p>
<p>Proud, yes, but the overriding exhaustion — physical and emotional — kept her expression muted and heavy, and she soon requested that we lay down as we had planned.</p>
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<p>The night with Cress, Tule, and Dry Grass was&hellip;comfortable. Whenever I tried to think of another word for it, nothing seemed to fit.</p>
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