
He has ridges!




This one was still in its' hole. Some were writhing
around on the sand. They would shrink when I
came near as in the picture with my foot. When
I stepped away, they swelled up to almost twice
that size.
"The artist knows he must be alone to create; the writer, to work out his thoughts; the musician, to compose; the saint, to pray. But women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves." - Anne Morrow Lindbergh
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