Day: July 7, 2026

Hunters in the village used to set snares for small game: a loop of rope hidden under leaves and tied to a bent branch. The animal sees nothing until its foot is caught, and the harder it struggles, the tighter the loop pulls. A snare does not grab you violently from a distance. You walk into it yourself, one ordinary step at a time, usually while chasing something else.

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