Never underestimate either the strength or fragility of power—what ticks quietly all these years beneath the walls, one day also buckles from the load it's made to carry. Between circuits, a current falters. A bulb goes out, and quiet spreads through a house in which all the machines have mysteriously hummed themselves to sleep. Yet this is not the time for elegy or grieving. The sun burns hotter than before, but roseate spoonbills and other birds still shelter in the dense sediment of mangroves; see, they haven't given up seeking cells of cool sustenance. They plug themselves with full belief into a web that trembles from the energy of every creature's offering of their own thirst and desire.
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