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Submitted to Contest #303
The dirt was gritty between her fingers as she dug, scraping against the wooden handle of the shovel and the soft skin of her palms, coating them both in black earth. Sweat made tiny rivers in the lines of her hands, drawing the mud deeper into her pores, staining the topography of her body.Making her a map.Look, the dirt seemed to say, you are here—but she knew she was lost, even so. The only way her compass pointed was down.She kept digging.All around her, tiny life forms wiggled and crawled their way through existence, balking at her intr...
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