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The Ice in Spring by Matthew Trumbull
It was late April and I was nine, roaming the muddy woods near Lake Minnewashta with Aaron and Michael, kicking old snow. Stepping over a root, I noticed a strange hole underneath and the three of us crouched to peer in. It was a nest of garter snakes, dozens of them, writhing over and through one another in a living braid. Michael looked at Aaron in a way that made me nervous. They were each older than me by a year. Aaron wore long hair and hea…
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The Ice in Spring by Matthew Trumbull
It was late April and I was nine, roaming the muddy woods near Lake Minnewashta with Aaron and Michael, kicking old snow. Stepping over a root, I noticed a strange hole underneath and the three of us crouched to peer in. It was a nest of garter snakes, dozens of them, writhing over and through one another in a living braid. Michael looked at Aaron in a way that made me nervous. They were each older than me by a year. Aaron wore long hair and hea…
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