The metal gate squeaks open, scraping on concrete, coming to a springy rest against the unruly hedge. Reaching tendrils stretch across the path, ready to grab any visitors and deposit fluffy seeds on jacket arms. Nature out-performs us, a hostile takeover of our ordered spaces.
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