They fascinate me these days. Those plants that grow in the vacant patch of land on the other side of the boundary wall.Those we call 'weeds' because we have no use for them. On this side of the wall are plants purchased from the nursery, carefully tended by a team of gardeners, watered, manured, protected from hungry animals. And on the other side, the wild ones grow, unwanted, unnoticed, uncared for. And yet, they thrive, flourish in a display of tenacious will power, voracity for life.That patch of land is lush, green, teeming with life.
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