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Monday, April 4, 2011

Jasmine, perhaps?

Perched on a leaning berm between an odd church and the fire department. The vines have spread as vines will do, and no one has sought to trim them into civility.

By virtue of leaving it alone, the plant, the vine, has managed to grow into a thing of wild and untamed beauty.

I admire the self-confidence that leads to such restraint and the subsequent unfolding of beauty therein.


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