A Thistle For Nothing They don't call it a thistle for nothing, purple spikes that are not grown hydroponically, with care and tending, but wild along the roadside with the freedom to spring up just wherever they want. Who in the world would not pray for an option like that? Most of them tiny, in scattered bunches, but along the journey there's always the few odd ones, proud, tall and thriving in the soil and sun, having soaked up what delicious rain fallen the night before so that in the morning they have slept well enough to survive another day of fumes and exhaust. Beth -- ╭─────────────────────────╮ │"To spell out the obvious is often to call it in │ │question." -- Eric Hoffer │ ╰──────────◇ http://dale.distract.org ◇╯ --

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