Daze Woolley

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Millions of gossamer-slung triffid seeds, free now to drift wherever the winds of the world should take them … It might be weeks, perhaps months, before they would sink to earth at last, many of them thousands of miles from their starting place. That is, I repeat, conjecture. But I cannot see a more probable way in which that plant, intended to be kept secret, could come, quite suddenly, to be found in almost every part of the world.
The Day of the Triffids
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