Ivy grew wildly. A man came, trimmed her, went on.
Months passed. Ivy grew wildly. He came, trimmed her, went on.
Many summers passed, much the same.
One year, he didn't come. Ivy wondered where he went, and grew out.
And grew.
And grew.
All she found were ruins.
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RandomUnrelated micro-memories, fragments of unseen wholes, funny shorts, and pieces of poetic insight. The footprints that stories leave behind. * * * * * My Notes * * * * * 'Chapters' are between 200-300 characters each. Some, though not all, are true s...
