to intrigue me. Especially on a cold, windy, bleak morning. It’s gloomy, 27 degrees and the wind is gusting up to 20 miles an hour.

For instance, I looked out  my window today; noticed this branch, hanging in the wind by a thread of Virginia creeper vine.

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I will just be glad I can stay inside and appreciate it, and that it is far enough away, if the vine should give in to gravity, fraying by rubbing on its  anchor or all the other possibilities, the branch should fall harmlessly to the ground.

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