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As I reached out for the flower; the hedge rustled, the wind, I thought, but it wasn't the wind. No, the hedge was growing-growing so quickly that I could see it happening. The vines and brambles pushed from the leaves in a tangled snarl.before I could run the hedge had almost surrounded me, walling me in behind small sticks and colourful leaves and thorns and beautiful african greenery. Perfect imagery of a beautiful little girl african ethnicity. .fantasy