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The Fountain Walking in Lexington woods as a teen, with my friend Ian, life was more mysterious, in the way it is for teenagers, who anticipate  their lives. I recall breathing in the night,  breathing in the stars, by the Minuteman at Lexington Green. We talked about  a movie, in which a conquistador encounters  eternal life, which swallows him, vegetation  eating his body. It was not the eternal  life expected, it was more terrible than that...  the conquistador blossomed violently  into the present, green vines of the world tree.