Moss grows so thick on the bare trees that brushing against it is like stroking a cat's back, sparkling with diamond chips of water held within its luxuriant pelt. A swathe of colour in a dull grey world.
"The rarest and most precious knowledge is not that which is imposed, but rather, that which is absorbed, inhaled almost, from the ephemeral substance of the world in which we are contained." - (from the Charter of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Information).
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