Clashes, of course. Like goes with like, not nigh-opposite. Purple and green don't mix, so to speak. Flowers don't count. Beyond that, I still don't like flowers. Vines. A hovel strangled by ivy? Eh, it's like a hobbit hole. Too gentle, but it still feels remote. Door's overgrown, though. Empty and abandoned? The sky is bright, it's the only bump
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