In the sci-fi movie, plants drifted through space and took root in fields outside our city, blanketingthem with a sinister green until they fattenedon cow’s blood and rain. When they rippedfree from their roots and began to walk,strangely graceful, gliding more than hoppingon those bending tendrils, we knew that firecouldn’t stop them, nor cyclonic winds…

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