Abandoned fields of grain sway in a silent breeze that carries no sound, neither east nor west. Underground, the fibers run in parallel; they pop up between individual stalks like deer-stands, watching. Someone buzzes by; she lands lightly on one of the crops and extends her probiscis to drink.

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