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       In the yard and in the forest: the trio moved mostly together - the woman and the other
soldier were probably a couple: or very close to it  - only the firestarter:  occasionally ran
out somewhere without an escort: and several times a day  went away alone to the orchid house:
from where he always returned in a great mood and joked loudly.
       It was obvious:  there was definitely more  behind his visits:  than indigestion  and a
passionate love of flowers   - and after dark:  I crept inside  through one of the large plate
skylights and wrapped myself around the leaves in the crown of a palm  growing above the bench
for visitors.
       As the night progressed  and the smell of Brassavolas grew stronger:   my mind wandered
among memories of friends and colleagues: whose bodies were buried in the river.
       The lily accord  in Lady's of the Night sweet fragrance   took me back in time:   to my
class reunion:  where I first time felt green  obscenely  and contagiously:  when my childhood
love refused to hug me.
       And the vanilla-cinnamon aftertaste carried me to Alia on Lyra.
       I never would have thought: that instead of an amazing gift and beautiful enriched life
:I might have gifted her with a curse.
       The soldier didn't come until morning.
       I jumped on him three seconds after he sat down: rolled up his shirt  and injected him-
self. He still had a dreamy smile on his face:  when I stabbed the file deep into his ear  and
both eyes - it must have been a nice death: actually: even though I was stabbing him until his
face was completely turned into a fleshy bloody mass.
       I put the blanket rope around his neck and hung him on a branch near the little cichlid
fountain:   but when I undressed him - it tore:  and I had to untie his shoelaces and hang him
again.
       I put two small orchids in the wounds on his eyes and clay in his mouth:     in which I
planted young fern leaves.  I tied his outstretched arms  up to the branch:  and the holes:  I
made in his back and breasts: I decorated with creeping vine - to make it look like the hungry
jungle has come for him - and this: it itself: soon confirmed and approved by sending the most
beautiful carrion-eating butterflies.