The rogue branch 0
not long for this world
No more than a twig really but it is reaching out of the hedge in an attempt to steal the light from its neighbours. A forlorn effort. It will be cut off before ever reaching a prime. Such is the fate of a hedge. A branch serves one purpose. Thinking for itself is not allowed. For now I will let the it bask in its naive optimism. One more day in the sun.