Vetches and passion flowers have modified some of their leaves and converted them into tendrils. These grope around in space until they touch the stem of another plant and swiftly coil around it. The tendrils then coil and pull the plant up towards the sunlight.
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Cindy Walton, “Morning In The Hammock”, oil and cold wax on panel
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Habibi, Craig Thompson
Highland Pony, Outer Hebrides, Scotland by JC Richardson
by Michael Cinque
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"And in that instant comes the low echo of a beyond beyond, a language archaic and soaked in syllables and accents suited for re-de-trans-forming, bringing light which brings out melanin from beneath another skin: the hollow of a voice which speaks alone."
- Pura López Colomé, from “Echo,” trans. Forrest Gander (via proustitute)
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