Chapter 12: Chapter 12: The wet-forest is a tiring place, but many things thrive here on the meat of the tired

I do not understand many things.

 

I do not understand why paradise is a place that we must go to.

 

- Why is every place not simply paradise? Would that not make more sense?

 

I do not understand why the not-birds were so intent on finding my friend, back across on the east side of the great-water.

 

- Is she a creature of particular concern? Or was the hunt of the not-birds more indiscriminate? Were we simply always caught up in its midst through sheer happenstance?

 

I do not understand why I am a sunflower.

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- Perhaps there is simply nothing better to be?

 

This seems like a reasonable assumption.

 

We have left the waters of the river and have continued our journey through the wet-wood for a day and for a night longer.

 

My friend grows more powerful, as do I.

 

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