They'll pity you, or, think you're a bad a**, as they sheathe you, roughly, embodiment of your presence, thus the Witches' Hair typecasts, in essence, the strangleweed, acts like ground rent, nature's parasite plant, sheath-like its host. The trade-off, lacking chlorophylls, futures sustained through these vampirish nuts and bolts. Nature poised, parasite and host, assures time without end for both species, whereto, if one becomes an aggressor in the course, whereby the other put a stop to, shortsightedly, puts an end to theirs -- huh? Witches Hair, combs sites for host aplenty, as strangleweeds ghost life manifestly.
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