To Our Readers

I had three turtles once. They were box turtles. I was thirteen, and I marveled at these creatures. I thought it was really "neat" the way they could close their hinged carapaces and tuck their heads inside their shells. And their shells were beautiful to me. Each turtle's markings were so distinct. There were different shades of brown and tan and yellow. Each had intricate designs and patterns that seemed to have been etched by a master artist.

They were all box turtles—the same species—but the diversity was almost like a miracle. It was wonderful.

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