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Written for B2MeM 2011 Day First: "Nan Elmoth".
For Clodia :)
What the forest recalled was her mother's voice. The stars, allured by the tune, stopped in their aimless roaming on the firmament and could be easily reached by the space-demanding branches. She could chant the trees into growing, and the wood added its crescendo, blooming within the beat of her paean.
What Nan Elmoth memorized was her father's silence -- seduced into awe.
What the trees best remembered was her voice, at first a murmur that resounded from her mother's bosom.
"Sing," her father planted a kiss on her mother's belly, smiling against the taut skin, "my nightingale."
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