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39 Castaways What do they know? They’re plants, right? They stand there on their island, which, for them, could be any island. They hear or more likely feel with their delicate rootlets what could be surf—they don’t recognize tires on concrete or internal combustion engines. Still if they’re dumb they are not without resources: plants have patience and are content to wait years, generations, certain that sooner or later where they are may turn out to be all right. Even on traffic islands there can be that huge jade wave from beyond the horizon that will bring them the beach they have been waiting for. ...


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