Any one of these gangly seedlings could push out
millions of cones over the course of its life . . .
And the forest they might remake he can almost smell --
resinous, fresh, thick with yearning,
sap of a fruit that is no fruit,
the scent of Christmases endlessly older than Christ."
From The Overstory (p 90)
By Richard Powers |
See also "The Overstory" by Richard Powers
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