Mud – Wordle #253

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The vine wraps around my ankle.  I creep through the woods into nature’s trap.  It’s been hours.  Cold mist hangs in my lucid dreams.  Chills feel like tassels tickling me mad. The tawny plaster of mud holds me fast.  Diverse ideas of escape go untested.

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