The first one was a surprise. Then a couple of kilometres away, in the maize tassel, we found another one. Such amazing finds in the tawny dust and mud. We were in the countryside where it was rated as one of the diversely scenic ones in the country. We crept forwards, hardly making a sound. There was mist, cloud cover which impeded our movement. There was a chill in the air. Some wild vines were all over the place. We wanted to carry on with our job, but lots of plasters, big rocks and excessive matters. We felt trapped and frustrated. What shall we do? I probably wasn’t really awake, maybe it was lucid dreaming!
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