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I know it's only a typo, but there is a mythic quality to the presumption of your being sacred of snakes- "her seed shall bruise thy head" and so on...

The big bad bold builders I used to look after all came hurtling out of a french barn with tales of a monster; it was a little salamander...

Ha! It's a good one, isn't it? I did toy with the Freudian undertones of the story but thought, 'let's not go there....!' Now if it had been a spider.......

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