the earth has music for those who listen
They're going to bury treasure.
Or was it digging up treasure that's already buried?
"Da, look!"
It's an exclamation that Mateo has uttered at least two dozen times since they arrived, and what Remi ought to look at varies between the innocuous (a small flower poking out from between the roots of a tree) to the sinister (a slithering shape in the water, wiggling off into the weeds). This time? This time, Mateo has found a feather.
He twirls it between small and chubby fingers, toddling over towards Remi, clearly not looking at where he's going given that his little feet are taking him right into the waterways. But with wild, dark curls and big blue eyes wide as dinner plates, even the water won't be able to resist his charms, right?
We'll find out.
Or was it digging up treasure that's already buried?
"Da, look!"
It's an exclamation that Mateo has uttered at least two dozen times since they arrived, and what Remi ought to look at varies between the innocuous (a small flower poking out from between the roots of a tree) to the sinister (a slithering shape in the water, wiggling off into the weeds). This time? This time, Mateo has found a feather.
He twirls it between small and chubby fingers, toddling over towards Remi, clearly not looking at where he's going given that his little feet are taking him right into the waterways. But with wild, dark curls and big blue eyes wide as dinner plates, even the water won't be able to resist his charms, right?
We'll find out.
