There is something inside. Some twisting, writhing that is begging to be released. One peers in and sees a coil of Gardner snakes. Where one begins another one ends and to pull apart the tightly wound pack is to unleash something more.

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There is something inside. Some twisting, writhing that is begging to be released. One peers in and sees a coil of Gardner snakes. Where one begins another one ends and to pull apart the tightly wound pack is to unleash something more.