These days on my walk along the river, I have noted and am deeply moved by a bush of red berries near a highway bridge. They irradiate boldly under the leaden sky, behind a rusty barbwire, next to the steel rails, breaking winter's drab colors.

Somebody told me:

The bush is called "Bittersweet", and the berries are indeed quite bitter. People love to use bittersweet branches to decorate their homes in winter. Because now there are so many people in Ann Arbor, they have become rare.

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