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  • What is this? I ask people.

    Some say, "it's a piece of exotic stone, polished. Probably from Burma."

    Others, "it's a red cabbage, sliced, sharply, by a good knife."

    A few reliably inform me "it's petrified wood, from Arizona."

    One asked "is it a strange ice-pattern?"

    They are all wrong.

    But all see a face.

    "I see a face" they say.

    And they are right (and were right all along in every answer)

    "Twisted and contorted" they say. "It's like The Scream, by Munch" they add. "Definitely troubled" they all agree. And in this conclusion, they are all absolutely right.

    It's the face of nature.

    Drawn in pollen. Wind-swirl whisked around on the surface of a puddle, quietly, on a rural road.
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