This is right in my parents' back yard. These are the lands I romped in and explored as a free-range child in the summers when the farm was my grandparents'. These are the lands that fostered my imagination and made me who I am today. What's happening there really hurts.
Blooming on the Barbed Wire
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Blooming against the fence. Blooming on barbed wire. It's not the stuff of
dreams, not the heart's desire. But still it does its best. The blooms are
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