I found a garter snake. I thought it was Poison Pie transmogrified, so I tried to pick it up, but it slithered into the underbrush beside a log. I followed it into the underbrush. When you get started on something, even if it is getting started down a path you know very well to be a dead end, or to lead to no good, or worse yet, all bad, even if it's a path as obviously bad as following a snake into the forest, it's hard to back up and start down a better path. Darkness flows down hill like water. The valley of darkness is submerged at the bottom of many mountains because that's where all the darkness settled. In the National Park, there are mountains and there are valleys. If I said I followed a snake into a valley of darkness no one would believe me. Instead I will say, I followed somebody I thought was Poison Pie into a space between mountains, where, when I finally had that serpent in my fingers, Poison Pie appeared and said, "You are in error. Let it go." |
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