Coursing hidden under soils, under skin beside bone, roots engrandize verdure in the hesitation of fate. Fate delivers not end nor beginning, for plants' growth subsists on the ever after. Lest it bleed, we cower in the dark. Lest it mock, we covet in the light. Lest it see, we remain where it's dim. We're above where veins hide. We're below what doesn't move. We're about what doesn't need.

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