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My hiding space My heart’s pounding like a cheetah's prey. The leaves are rustling around me as the stones are banging together as the wind blows them around. I was as still as a statue waiting for someone to come and find me. My body was as long as a snake. Kaelyn was calling my name but still I stayed quiet… “Can you guess where I was hiding” I'm on the side of my house underneath a tree with a trimmed hedge against me and stones banging in the burrow underneath.
Oh wow Kalissa, this is so very you and looks extremely effective in its symmographic (like that word?) form.
ReplyDeleteI also love the piccie of you on point at the lamp post.