Wisteria is everywhere, it grows wild in the woods, climbing old exhausted trees, wrapping itself around their trunks and finding it's way to the very top. All purple and long and droopy and I never noticed it before. Now I see it everywhere. Why is that? Why do we all of a sudden become aware of what has always been there? We live inside our own universe and the woods holler out for our attention. I'm listening...
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