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==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION
From time to time, we heard the sound of a snake slithering above our heads. We would have died of thirst, had it not been so consistently hot that sweat was constantly running down our skin and into our pockets, allowing us to simply sip that nutritious substance in large gulps to feel instantly fortified and fit. Meanwhile, the vegetation surrounding us was becoming progressively thicker and more compact. Fifteen kilos of berries ripened, fell, and burst on the ground, dissolving into a kind of fetid, sticky must that clung to broken branches, broccoli carcasses, coconut flakes, lizard skins, walnut shells, dead leaves petrified by the crystals of a milky sap, thorns, thistles, and burrs, feathers, dew, and other such materials, transforming the living things with which that mass fused into an even more impenetrable compound than ever.
==> END OF ENCRYPTION ©️ All wbknl's content licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 (share with attribution, no commercial, no remix)