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The Green Man

The Green Man sits alone in full company, orifices spewing serpents’ arms and foliage tongues. Nobody knows his reason for being. Nobody knows from whence he came; from whose mind he was conjured. Whether representationally pious or something altogether more sinister, no man can say The Green Man does not know all; does not see all. A legend continues; a harrowing tale with no known meaning and no beginning.

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