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She was a witch. She had power Michael couldn’t guess at. She would not give in to girlish weakness.
She felt that she was shedding the innocence of childhood the way a garden snake might wriggle out of its old skin and leave it behind. She wondered if the snake sensed things differently, if its new skin felt raw and sensitive, if the ground beneath it seemed rougher, the sun above it more intense.
