a glitchy computer

[T]here remains no trace of their having ever existed—outside of course of the family names which are now preserved, though some of them in an almost irrecognizable form.

The old maple stump shot sickly pink switches from her roots, new switches every year. They crept yearningly toward the little square of window.

With kadupul blossoms adorning black hair and bright jeweled belts circling wide hips, their hot breasts cooled by sandal paste and fresh seapearls, they cast dark light from wide open eyes in every direction.