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| A windy world |
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| … weedy! Prickly! Stickery! |
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| Old crones crossing a chasm. A mutual aid society of two. |
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| C'mon! Careful! |
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| The babies are playfully carried over on a gusty breeze. Gravity and thorns are not a big problem for them. They are like pollen or autumn leaves. (05-11-15: mixed media) |
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| Yet somehow, despite the willful wind they are never too far away from their earthbound parents. |
