Twisting, turning, tangling themselves into limber,
slender arms of a desert plant.
Beautiful to behold, green, spiny looking, amazingly
soft to the eyes.
Holding it closely with a vision of acuity and artful
appreciation.
Growing, surviving in a little patch of desert, watching
over other plants in it's vicinity.
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