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Like snowflakes, they drift across the motorway. Most land, impotent, on the tarmac; but some make it to the other side. The cycle of life continues.
Two males fight. One has the other by the tail. Living up to their name, they slowly wriggle and writhe. Through all this, the female lies, patiently waiting. A silvery-grey triangle, barely visible on the tarmac path.