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the hanging garden

when mining ended in the pit,

a path was made encircling it,

and near the path, a fence was strung,

and soon all kinds of plant life hung…

…upon the wire, all around–

now, even wild hops are found;

there are berries, plums, and apples, too–

all hanging there for me and you!

–photos by me

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