they are too heavy, and they are a hindrance on the path of joy.
i stay there, in hiding, with a rattle at each approach.
this is no danger to passengers, the venom is used up.
we have around 35 degrees Celsius outside.
it is much cooler under stone.
i am not in a position to decide where to move to.
the sun is too much, and my eyes are blinded.
i stay and rest.
there will be a scent coming as a message
to guide me.
i just wonder, i ponder:
when will i truly laugh again?
rattlesnakes are not known to laugh.
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