"Another way is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing."
-Arundhati Roy
We never claimed to be unbreakable, but rhizomatous.
Snap us and watch a new iteration emerge.
These seeds are viable for centuries. Our roots go twenty feet down. Our vines stretch hundreds of feet up.
With stems thin as spaghetti, we pull down trees. We fill the fields.
Fragment us. Poison us. Tear us from one another's arms.
Persistence is imprinted in our DNA.
We are endless.
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