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| I held a magnificent
shed Burmese python skin... intricate patterns of rich brown against
a bone white background. Raising the belly skin up to the light I
could see transparent, hexagonal shapes like old leaded glass in a
Victorian house. Before my eyes this magnificent skin became a monk’s
cowl encircling the face of a middle-aged cleric made sensitive and
humble by his life experience. |
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