all who wander are not lost

Crazy wild grapevines growing in a brownfield that is probably mega toxic.

The Grapes of Wrath.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.

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