During the last months her pace was different.
She was still slow. There was no miracle about it.
But something magical happened.
While she was walking, she could hear more clearly.
The birds singing was loud enough to echo in her during her sleep.
While she was on her way, she was able to smell the Spring.
Feeling drunk by nature’s parfums she kept moving.
Being on the earth, she could feel the light wind caressing her shell.
The air was showing her the right direction.
Having as a guide the air, the smells and the colors they met each other.
They could not exchnage visits. But they knew what brought them together. They crossed each other and exchanged glances.
They kept wandering in the forest anticipating their next meeting.
It was the first time they found out how many they were.
And soon the noises started again.
The pleasant smells faded away.
The air got blur.
They lost the signs of their meeting points.
Each one was left alone.
She stayed at the warmth of her nest.
She dreamt of building a small balcony. She was eager to see who was going to pass by. She might accept a visit this time. The guest would climb up and sit on her shell. She would narrate the days she was free in the woods. The guest would absorb every drop of her story. She would begin to feel free again.
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