Ripped from the comfort of familiar soil my roots feel the limits of a pot; my shoots are anxious to uncurl before they shrivel up and rot. Other plants on the window sill are greener, more colourful than me, the tulips and the daffodils bursting from their bulbs with glee. I feed on dreams of […]
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