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She had been watching Patrick in the distance with his arms wrapped around the trunk of a huge old tree. ‘He could
be measuring it,’ she mumbled to nobody in particular, ‘but it looks more like love
at first sight to me.’ Saffron loved Green Mountain, not just for for what it
could do for her, but for itself. She could feel it stretching her, turning her into the sort of person who cares, but it was something she could only experience at a very very tactile level. She wasn’t very interested in dissecting Green
Mountain into its separate pieces,
like a backwards jigsaw- puzzle.
She left the scientists to to their own devices and
wandered further up the mountain.