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[squirmelia]

I spend my lunchtimes exploring, chasing butterflies, climbing inside hollowed out trees, in awe of bright yellow buttercups, bright red poppies, following streams, crossing little footbridges, tangled in brambles, and moving my arms out of the way of stinging nettles, brushing the greenfly away, trying out every path way. Where does it lead? Did I go this way before?