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Weed Wants To Travel

for Bill and Ben   On a normal day, you’d see my stalk quiver towards the moss-free flowerpots which I live behind. But underneath, there’s the legful haze of my crazy roots encountering worms. The furious tingle, of spread-eagling round bricks and buried stones oval and sea-formed in perfection – my treasure. My ambition? To […]

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