Sunday 3 April 2011

Snail

The rains fell, hard and heavy.  The parched land welcomed the water, absorbing it quickly into its baked exterior.  For the longest time they have hidden away from the deathly rays of the sun.  Creeping below rocks and foliage, cowering behind plant pots as not to become an empty shell.  At last, the rains have fallen.  At last they can frolic in the wide open spaces as the water revitalises their souls and provides life, adventure and liberty.

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