The Sunday Whirl

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Sparrows fluttered on the limb’s bark, their babbling speech heard through the forest. Piped with flowing water streams, with dirt bank slots a home for a snake nest, brush around the bank hid their home well. A loud rap from a man’s stick on nearby rocks exiled the slippery viper, if only temporarily.

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