Verdant Possession

I unfurled my fingers and let the vines tickle my hands. Young shoots are always so clever that way: reaching and questioning. They grow and consume and invite themselves with a gusto that I hope to achieve someday.

For a vine, the future is uncertain, but their very existence has evolved in trusting the unknown. The branch will hold, the sun will come. . . they are chaos incarnate.

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