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June 15, 2017 - 59 words
Garter snakes lurk in the tall grasses like some kind of hyper-quiet rope. They always liked to patrol the boundaries of their territory next to the gravel driveway and flee the lawn mower’s whirling blades. Sometimes they were not so lucky and I remember staring captivated at one of the casualties, just a lifeless thing with a dozen cuts.