Helena Chang

Rookie [Interlude]

My Little Skeletons

The ants crawl on the dry land awaited a summer thunder storm. They crawl slowly, with those little black cheeks up when they observe the gravy sky. They hope they can role instead of crawl. But they still crawl, slowly, and ponderously.

The ants crawl on the dry land dotted with rain drops. The dirt sprinkles in the air, one wave after another, make them scream out loud, but without a sound. They crawl a little bit faster, with a doom in each one of their tiny skeletons. But they still crawl

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