They sprouted years ago in a field of four leaf clovers. Their legs extended into roots that bore miles into the ground. They threaded so intricately that they netted the entire mass of earth between their farthest points. The roots were their kite string tethering them to the ground, but the twins struggled relentlessly to free themselves. Each morning they coiled around each other and sunk their untrimmed nails into the ground to hold position. And each evening the roots responded. Torqued from the ground they retreated a few inches from yesterday's depths. The twins salivated for freedom and their hunger kept them working. Escape was imminent.
Photo credit: Lissy Elle Laricchia