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Off the 30 freeway East of the
215 is a place of beauty that is hidden.. a wall of vines that the wind
has shaped like strands of human hair, and it is hidden by 3
camouflages:
1-only one obsessed with hair
to begin with might be the one to see it, unless it is admired for just
the beauty of nature itself;
2-it is growing wild in a place
of noise, hustle, and freeway clatter; and
3-the leaves that make this
hair-shape evident, are seasonal, and not seen when the leaves fall off,
depending on what time of year it is.
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Growing over a wall on the edge of a freeway is quiet beauty that exists
and grows over time unnoticed by all.. so typical of beautys that are
overlooked in everyday life as we scurry to be consumed by the almighty
dollar and let preoccupation order us.
Just the placement alone of
this wonder signifies that even if one would force themselves to stop,
admire, and be still for a moment, it is just obliterated in the
difficulty to do such a thing, as the force of issues and realities in
the pace of life pushes one to move right back along.
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There is no place there to stay
awhile, relax, be free from cars honking.. and escape, and of course is
non-existent. The idea is almost as if society has forced us to be
separate from the allowance to quiet ourselves and be in touch with our
surroundings.
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