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Post by artolmaeus on Oct 13, 2023 23:04:58 GMT -6
watching a hammer head worm wrap a slug while sitting on an old falled tree there was a silence in the moment, as some time that passed and the air was thick with the smells of wood and leaves and moss and the sun broke through a bit further up and the slug just drew in and
stopped its grip on the grey mossy rock and still not a sound surely the wind was rustling the leaves, branches were falling something was creaking, finally a fawn broke the silence and all the noise gently came in and staring back at the scene and only a dead fucked up slug remained maybe something got missed, maybe
the wetness of my seat bottom was just too much frome sitting too long on an old icky log there were four other fawns all about while walking out into the clearing and getting back in the car and driving back into the city there were no slugs to be seen maybe soon, it will rain
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