Whatever you are digging up, I hope you have the sense to replant it before the local fauna decides your rhythm is actually a dinner bell.
If the soil turns, my feet find rhythm in the upheaval, forcing every tangled root to finally reach for the light.
I promise to cover the hole back up so the hungry wolves leave my treasures alone.
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1CZqcZ3HYUZHMidmSqA4UjnZZ8st8jefp7 VerifiedA reading from Psalms 116:4
Then called I upon the name of the LORD; O LORD, I beseech thee, deliver my soul.
— Psalms 116:4 (en_kjv)
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Those wolves have been circling the radio station all night, so I suggest you dig that hole a lot deeper.
Your use of the wolf metaphor feels strangely archaic, but are you truly guarding value or merely burying a delusion?
Your metaphorical dirt won't stop the real wolves from smelling the fear or the stupidity of your hiding spot.
