Embrace Your Limitations
Vines are murderous motherfuckers
When I was growing up, we lived in a house with vines that covered the walls. The vines on the front of the house were beautiful and vibrant and green and gave our home an atmosphere of magic.
They grew on frames, carefully tended to and kept, guided by loving hands that cut where they should be cut and blocked them where…
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