Scene 1: A snail shell sits still and alone on the concrete of the carport at Sandhill. It is about an inch-and-a-half long, the color of coffee diluted with lots of milk, with the slightest sheen. I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen one.
A snail, some vines and a feather
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