I was weeding around the grape vines and ran into these brilliant leaves. Sometimes the weeds are so stunningly beautiful, I can’t pull them.
I was weeding around the grape vines and ran into these brilliant leaves. Sometimes the weeds are so stunningly beautiful, I can’t pull them.
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