When a possum dies among the shrubs its body falls onto a bed of leaves, face down, tail already stiffening. By the second day its fur is matted and tufted, and ants crawl over its body, and flies come. By the third day the fur is a carpet, slowly, silently, dissolving into the leaves -- and it's really a beautiful process, returning to the earth,
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but luckily I didn't have to go anywhere near it :)
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