Undulating coils
Rough and dry, but never slimy.
She slides slowly, naturally, like a part of the forest itself.
What is it like to be a snake?
Villified. Feared. Hunter, yet hunted. Maybe there's more of us in the snake, and more of the snake in us, than we know.
Patterns.
The ouroboros will show the way.
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