I just spent 1/2 hour out in the dark, some of it on my knees in the mud and wet grass, trying to lure a certain little
He dove headfirst into the dark burrow, thrilled at the prospect that maybe, just maybe, he'd actually find a groundhog. He didn't, but that didn't stop him from enjoying every minute of possibility.
I'm not so brave, nor itching for adventure. Nonetheless, I feel myself slipping down the rabbit hole, with none of Alice's curiosity, nor Rego's joyous bravado. I'd just as soon proceed with caution. But alas, that is not to be...
I might as well stop fighting it, and let go.
All works by Andy Goldsworthy
`Well!' thought Alice to herself, `after such a fall as this,
I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs!
How brave they'll all think me at home!
Why, I wouldn't say anything about it,
even if I fell off the top of the house!'
~ Lewis Carroll
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