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This little rose had wrapped itself around the trunk of a birch tree at the edge of a pond near home. Once I noticed it when I was out for a walk, I noticed there were many of its kind wrapped around the base of birch and other trees. A parasite? Once thoughtful landscaping gone wild? Who knows. Sucked in by a pretty face, I was fascinated by the play of light on the contours of the petals, the waxiness of the leaves, all of summer in a blossom, and that grain of sand...