Derek Holden

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So when I saw a white snake, thick and long as my arm, slither out of the shadows beneath the trees, I knelt before It. You are here, It said. The needles dug into my knees. Do you want to leave? It asked. I shrugged. I can take you away, It said. But you have to want it.
Sing, Unburied, Sing
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