They’re those sneaky wild blackberries vines that hide in other nice bushes in order to pounce and to wrap their spikey claws into your face and hair. We mustn’t let them team up with Lightning Sand!
I’ll hide now. Not again: brier rose, bramble, Siberian honeysuckle, wild grape, wild raspberry … still have scars from the horns. Three tough summers to remove or beat into a truce, couple species at a time.
Yep. And then there’s the sneakers, where a bit of thorn gets embedded under the skin, but you don’t notice until you have to dig it out from the (now) inflamed skin.
Tempest in a Teardrop: The Churchians 
What a beautiful night.
(to go for a swim through eel infested waters)
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The artistry is just beautiful.
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Gorgeous scene. Those tentacle-like vines in the foreground make this a bit scary, unless he’s about to step into the Lightning Sands.
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They’re those sneaky wild blackberries vines that hide in other nice bushes in order to pounce and to wrap their spikey claws into your face and hair. We mustn’t let them team up with Lightning Sand!
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I’ll hide now. Not again: brier rose, bramble, Siberian honeysuckle, wild grape, wild raspberry … still have scars from the horns. Three tough summers to remove or beat into a truce, couple species at a time.
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Yep. And then there’s the sneakers, where a bit of thorn gets embedded under the skin, but you don’t notice until you have to dig it out from the (now) inflamed skin.
I want a flamethrower.
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Thank you.
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