I climbed out of the hidden valley, jealously guarding my treasures. The never explored land, a natural Shangri-La separated from the rest of the planet for millions of years by a ring of mountains, was the most beautiful place imaginable. I had taken clippings and seeds of some of those botanical gems to share with the world.
That was years ago, before I learned how successful these plants would take to their new environment.
Today, as I look out into the weed choked place that was once a large city, I wonder how I ever thought these plants “beautiful”.
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