![]() ![]() With a naturalist’s curiosity, Bailey dives into a wealth of gastropod literature. She immediately feels a sense of kinship with the snail - both of them were transplanted from their natural environments, both of them were now confined - and she soon loses (or perhaps the more appropriate word is finds) herself in the creature’s tentative forays first around her nightstand and eventually around its terrarium home. When a mysterious virus and long-undiagnosed illness keeps her debilitated and bedridden, a friend brings Bailey a cheerful pot of wild violets and with it an unassuming woodland snail. Or something more ephemeral: the way the sun passes through the hard, seemingly impenetrable glass of a window and warms the blanket.” In her case, the key to survival lay in the sound of a tiny mouth munching. “SURVIVAL,” Elisabeth Tova Bailey writes, “often depends on a specific focus: a relationship, a belief, or a hope balanced on the edge of possibility. ![]()
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