Wild Things

Embedded under my skin, a distant reminder from long ago encapsulated forever; a bramble protected inside. Like a grain of sand within an oyster, created as if a pearl<./p>

Consuming; as if a festering thorn in your side, an uncontrollable beast. Growing rampant, taking over the countryside; despite the efforts of those who would control it.

Determined to prosper, to flourish, to spread; to distribute seeds all over the land. Protecting its fruit within prickly thorns.

The fruit of the mother earth. A gift of nature, ripened by the summer sun; lucious, juicy, sweet yet tart; delectable.

A summer's bounty to be had, by those that dare to confront. The wild Cascade blackberry.

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