I once found a red bell in the forest.
It was being buried, ever so slowly, by leaves and soil.
I pulled it from the ground and cleaned it off. It rang – a tinny, thick, soil ring.
I brought the bell out of the woods and hung it from a chair that I was making. I would ring the bell while working.
A few weeks later, some friends and I carried the chair into the forest. When we placed the chair down the bell was missing, lost along the trek.
I never found the bell.
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