I love this description. I remember the first time I saw snail trails after moving to the Northwest (U.S.) - I had no idea what they were. Kind of gross and beautiful at the same time - perfect for a small stone!
She tried hard to be like the others/she struggled to catch a ball/she never quite managed a cartwheel/after much practice she stood on her head./When she grew up she turned to science/she thought she would turn the world upside down/after a while she realised that the world had stayed in its proper place all along/and she was still standing on her head.
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This is a lovely moment beautifully described!
A cool choice of metaphor. Like a snail tailor in the garden. A snailor, perhaps. :)
Gorgeous pictures you paint with your wonderful words. These little breif treasures are my favourite. I would love a collection of them, Catherine.
I love this description. I remember the first time I saw snail trails after moving to the Northwest (U.S.) - I had no idea what they were. Kind of gross and beautiful at the same time - perfect for a small stone!
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