[untitled #401]

There is a wild blackberry bush that grows on the sidewalk down my street. Every day, as I walk by it, I've been watching the berries ripen. Then all the ripe ones disappeared. But today I found some more good ones, and they were so sweet. It's very odd to me that there are plants out there just giving up food right in the middle of the city. And it's not poisonous or anything. It seems communist or something.

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