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The leaf-mottled copperhead coiled near my woodpile, rendered sluggish and harmless by the cold, makes no move to strike. Its flat eyes simply stare, as if to say: welcome to the Garden.   - mce
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
Eden Morning Encounter
The leaf-mottled copperhead coiled near my woodpile, rendered sluggish and harmless by the cold, makes no move to strike. Its flat eyes simply stare, as if to say: welcome to the Garden.   - mce
True TN story. We had snakes everywhere. You had to keep one eye on the ground.
mike-essig
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
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