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This is what I get to look at out the window. When I moved in that woodchip path was mud, there was a tangled stand of so many trees of heaven their (also tangled) roots put out enough poison to kill grass, both sides of the path (the far side is wildflowers now) AND the ledge within the retaining wall were overrun with dandelions, deadnettle, nettles, other broadleafs, bittercress, seafoam, and crabgrass, a thick tangle of blackberry canes hung off the fence on the other side of the chimney, that bush in the foreground was grown high enough to block the window, and the trees had a ton of thin, twisted, dead, witchy branches at window level and an overgrown carpet canopy up above blocking light and making the whole area look like a cartoon haunted forest.
But that allllll changed cuz of me!
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Isso é o que eu consigo olhar pela janela. Quando eu me movi naquele caminho de lascas de madeira, havia um emaranhado...
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kontextmaschine posted this This is what I get to look at out the window. When I moved in that woodchip path was mud, there was a tangled stand of...