Below the snow-pack, under the flat tangle of matted grass, gently squirming beneath the force-field of the frost line live les vers de terre, their cryptic trails umbilically twisting toward the winter crust. I’d like to think that it’s summer Down Under, Worms on holiday from noxious flocks and the deadly tread of feet.  …

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