Orphaned and stranded in the wilds of Eastern Washington when still an infant, I was taken in by a patch of thistles. The thistles reared me as one of their own, teaching me their ways of stinging and of driving away. Awed by my motility, they bade me go forth into the world of men and to bring among them a great stinging, in their homes and in their public spaces, that all might know the power of the thistles.
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