The imagery alone for this piece made me want to read it again and again.
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baby snake imagines itself as a coiled root unearthed and then an autumn twig and finally transforms into a locomotive slowly sliding across the tar into the dark belly of the undergrowth
A Cornered Gurl 
Luckily snakes don’t make me squeamish.
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I can deal with them to a certain extent. Lol. I’m no snake enthusiast, though.
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