Ahh, those long, slender leaves like waxy straws of green curve down lazily thickening towards a papery base to celebrate succulence! Digging towards your roots & probing the earth you branch out feasting on water through nano-tubules "How much of us is biennial?" I wonder The Cutting Boards of Time handle such questions mincing, slicing, & peeling us til we' re stewed

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