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Aug 2023
Ivy grows in no set pattern.
Thick tendrils claw at the earth, the trees; blindly they climb whatever’s near.
Upturned leaves reach out
Searching desperately for just a little bit of warmth;

I guess in that way we are the same
Maelynn
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