A hole in a wall kind of place- defined as a small, inconspicuous, unpretentious, somewhat hidden, discreet, or not easily noticeable, and not prominently visible, but that is nevertheless certainly still worth discovering.
For me, a hole in a hedgerow is meant to be a celebration of the unnoticed beauty found in the mundane. When the beauty of the world around us is determined by the beauty of what should be the most beautiful, the rest of the world becomes ugly. But when the beauty of the world is determined by the beauty of the things inherit in themselves, the world becomes vast. Everything becomes beautiful.
Have you ever peeked into a hedgerow? Or looked through a thicket of leaves and thorns? There are whole other worlds in there- worlds within a world. What otherwise would have been nothing but a blob of green caught in your periphery as you passed by, obscured by its normalcy, may very well hide secrets and unimaginable beauty.
Where I grew up, the hedges grew thick. They are a whimsical tapestry of nature’s design, a microcosm of life’s intricate dance, a ballet of intertwining branches and foliage, a battle fought over the light. You cannot see far into them, before your vision becomes a blur of green.
Who knows what mysteries and magic lie within that other world. I am a realist, I am rational, and yet I leave a corner of my heart open to the belief that real magic exists in this world. After looking into a hedgerow, even the most practical and sensible of people begin questioning their own understanding of the world. The world, being so vast, that for the rest of their lives, they would never really know for sure what hides in all it’s corners and holes. I believe, a corner of their heart and their imagination can forever be opened. For the rest of their lives, they would catch glimpses of movement in hedgerows out the corner of their eyes, and wonder.
Hole In The Hedgerow 
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