In the silence grew an olive tree. While strong, it set out to find something more, pulling its roots behind. Soon its roots grew nimble, now carrying it swiftly as legs would. In time it walked on its own, long hair blowing as it traversed the wilderness. Perhaps unbeknownst, another soon trailed behind it, comfortable in its shade. The other grew hair of its own, hair of flame, and took its own path for a time. It set its face forward, like a man he braced himself against his environment. His hair grew long as the one he once and still followed, and he too had one following him to gain his spark. Lit up, the woman called to him and he turned, they became one. In the wilderness a small one was conceived. It struck out on its own, faster than the man or woman, it traversed the many paths. So fast it moved, so fast it stretched and became a serpent, comfortable in its form. The man found the serpent and loved it, sharing what he knew. The serpent walked its own path now, separate from t...
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