
Flowers and fractals have always fascinated me. They teach me parts can be equal in beauty to the whole. That loveliness can shrink into tiny petals, each as wonderful as the fullness of the flower.

Flowers and fractals have always fascinated me. They teach me parts can be equal in beauty to the whole. That loveliness can shrink into tiny petals, each as wonderful as the fullness of the flower.

As I said in my post yesterday, these vines can see and target objects to wrap around.
I have killed entire communities. Torn them from the ground. Grasped them tightly so that their deep roots are removed. Piled them up to rot in the sun, molder in the rain, decay to the earth.
I’m talking about weeding.
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