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Category Archives: Snake
I am this
A bag fell to the ground and two snakes spilled out, thin and writhing, poisonous. In the panic of feet that followed, the snakes drew themselves up into their own heads, flaring like a lizard’s ruff, the palest violet. The … Continue reading →

