MIND: Serpentine

I once watched a snake shed his skin. Discomfort apparently alternating with relief, he stretched and contracted, stretched and contracted, and slowly, slowly pushed himself out the front end of himself. His skin lay behind him, transparent.

The writing of these notebooks has been like that for me.

// Anne Truitt

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