Isn't it funny how nature tries so hard to push it's way through our urban landscape? It grows over and our walls, sidewalks, and debris. Nature is chaotic and beautifully random but we consider anything we don't plan or trim or coddle to be weeds. We find them gross and aesthetically displeasing. So we plan nature. We plant flowers that are pleasing to us, plant grass inbetween the confines of concrete walls, and put trees in symmetrically lined rows. We order them and grow them to our pleasing trimming, preening, and fertilizing the desirable and weed-wacking the little buds that push through the sidewalk cracks.
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