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Frozen trees in the snow: http://www.wired.co.uk/news/wired-aperture/2012-08/aperture-1-august
"...this was a city once, i think, though which one i can't remember. I only owe my guess to the massive pillars of dogs jutting into the sky, perhaps ancient buildings now completely filled and overgrown by canine biomatter. i climbed one once, sinking my fingers and toes deep into the dogwall to gain purchase, and after hours and hours of climbing was rewarded with an incredible vista - fur and eyes, panting tongues and wagging tails, hugging the contours of the once-barren land and stretching in a single aeomebic mass farther than the eye can see. now i don't do that, though. now I merely go about my day. I hike to the Gardens, where the dogplants sprout up in bizarre shapes from the floor of the dogscape, and reach up to pluck the fetal puppyfruits right off the wagging, energetic branches. I bite into the succulent flesh, the juices dribbling down my chin and dripping down to be reabsorbed by the groundflesh, and revel in the savory taste. I'm thirsty, so i range until I find one of the Mothermounds, and there I suckle at a teatpatch until I've had my fill of milk. sometimes I see other humans around me, as well-adapted to the dogscape as I am, but i barely acknowledge them, say nothing. what, after all, is there to say? The world is different now - what meaning would our old words have?"
Harvard has found 3 books in their collection bound in human skin.http://www.thecrimson.com/article/2006/2/2/the-skinny-on-harvards-rare-book/
