is a fascinating thing.
stepping
into the soft circle
of mush
with no way out
but by grabbing a
vine,
or catching a rope
thrown by a nearby
friend.
what's up with quick
sand. i can almost see
mother nature smirking.
what an ingenious devious
invention it is.
like a bad marriage,
once in, it's increasingly
hard to get out.
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