In the weeds

The sun peers about, bouncing from leaf to limb.  It tries eagerly to breakthrough the thick mass that divides us.  Hidden, deep in the woods, I scurry around with the creatures of the shy.  It’s a mostly unknown world.



Breaking through.

The entrance.

The exit.

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