October 26th, 2005

Carravaggio

once upon a time...

My great-grandfather and his mates were riding this long, wide, pitch black road, winding down over hills and gullies to the river. That's odd, they were thinking. They didn't think they'd tarred any of the roads in that part of the country. It wasn't until they got right down to the banks of the river and saw it lift its head from the water did they realise they'd been riding along the back of a bloody great black snake.

[as told to my mother when a child]
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