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a genuine diary extract:
“I made a stop at some brambles by the roadside that I’ve been eyeing for a while, and snacked on blackberries. Most of them were out of reach, of course, but the accessible berries were bountiful too. They were the usual (familiar) mix of sour and sweet. There were no nettles growing between the brambles – usually those seem to like forming an unholy mix. (The roadside in question belongs to a busy road in an industry terrain. I’m going to get so much heavy metal poisoning but I’m so full of microplastics already that it probably makes no difference.)”
“I made a stop at some brambles by the roadside that I’ve been eyeing for a while, and snacked on blackberries. Most of them were out of reach, of course, but the accessible berries were bountiful too. They were the usual (familiar) mix of sour and sweet. There were no nettles growing between the brambles – usually those seem to like forming an unholy mix. (The roadside in question belongs to a busy road in an industry terrain. I’m going to get so much heavy metal poisoning but I’m so full of microplastics already that it probably makes no difference.)”
