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 Ahh, those long, slender leaves like waxy straws of green curve down lazily thickening towards a papery base. Ahh, succulanct pungence - the beauty of the debased! Dig towards your roots & probe the earth you branch out feasting on water through microtubules "How much of us is biennial?" the seed inside me wonders The Cutting Boards of Time handle such questions mincing, slicing, & peeling us til we' re stewed |
