Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Posted on March 9, 2014
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And strange little holes that had to be investigated with torches. This one, formed by part of an ancient pipe, held about a dozen snails, sheltering from the sunny spell.
Category: observation, seasons, Uncategorized, writingTags: animals, burntwood, nature, outdoors, snails, spring, springtime, woodland