Forest Of Grass

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It crawls across the soil, twiggy leg after twiggy leg after triggy leg, antenna leading the way. It cannot see, but it can taste and smell and feel. The air tastes wet and green with morning dew, and its exoskeleton is cool from shade.

It brushes up against something smooth and thin- something far taller than it is. It's cold to touch, and some of the morning dew transfers over to the creature before it continues on, an ant in a forest of grass.

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