In my therapist's bathroom, there is a plant with delicate, glowing yellowgreen leaves, almost translucent, like the thinnest of porcelain cups, growing up the wall. Its vines have pairs of tiny stabilizer tentacles on either side every few inches, and I imagine how they would sink themselves into the bark of a tree if the plant was outdoors. Indoors, they flatten themselves against the cool white wall like frogs' fingers, ready to hold on.
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