By Glenda | July 7, 2009


There‚Äôs a snake in the Garden of Eden. A fat copperhead. And I myself must not amount to much because he was not startled enough even to bother to bite me. Instead he sidled away, s-wise, slowly, scaly belly to the fertile ground, while I froze in place, my hand on a broad squash leaf […]

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