Puddles.


A series of puddles lay before us

And also behind us;

Now, they seemed to be getting wider,

And deeper,

And gloopier.
We kept on, and even though we had managed to cross all of them so far,

would the next one be too deep? Too wide? Too gloopy?
What do you think we did?

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