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Oh how wildly it changes..

redirects, reseeds, regrows from a withered stick, spits micoscopic dinosaurs in the face of death and arises from the dirt a field of sunshine! a row and then a field, root dwellers then weepers of white tears, a few to tickle the senses like lemon dew drops and sweet grape, berries that are blue, red, deeper red, and a whole heap for the birds too. however it goes...a sleepy, stinky plant thrives somewhere in the corner.


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