The wind carved ugly scars here & there. Then the wind fell in the abyss of silence letting the rain exorcise the scars. The pouring of torrential rain did not do so as it created pitfalls and hollow holes on the already bruised ground—multifarious geometric shapes to the delight of chaos. Then the sun shone—an oven drying the mud. What happened was a real rite of exorcism— a natural cosmetic surgery. & the molehills disappeared like flies drowning in a glass of cider vinegar.

            

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Comment by Ali Znaidi on March 1, 2013 at 7:32am

Thank you for commenting Joey & Annabelle.

Comment by Joey Delgado on February 22, 2013 at 7:09am

Wonderful details in this post. 

'....the molehills disappeared like flies drowning in a glass of cider vinegar.' Astounding.

Comment by Annabelle Baptista on February 21, 2013 at 3:01pm

I love your images.  You went for a literal title which is interesting considering your strong use of metaphor thoughout.

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