Ivy was here and, even after it was gone and the wall showed once again it empty surface, it was impossible to erase completely its presence.
Gone are the vines, the leaves and the berries, but traces of its aerial roots were an almost poignant memory.
Its growth itineraries, climbings and wanderings could still be discerned.
The clinging nature of ivy was often made a symbol of love and friendship and even if it is (temporarily?) gone now, it might come back.
Once again the wall will disappear under its gentle living mantle.