Ladybird

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I wonder what this ladybird thinks of the landscape of my hand, as he navigates over the ridges of my fingers, down hills and crossing the gorge to climb up the next. Or what about the etched, carved landscape of my palm, or the sharp cliff edges of my finger nails. What does he make of the metallic earth that is my ring, what does he think of the reflection of time between him as he wanders round and across the face of my watch, is he disorientated. What does he think of the landscape of my hand...
Perhaps he's not impressed, as he's just defecated upon my thumb...