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There was talk of wild bacchanalian dancing on the grounds of the wool church, overturned rubbish bins, sheep entrails flung at passersby...
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“Each animal has its own strength.” She insisted. “And if the rooster were provoked. It would kill a snake.”
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The scent that drifted through the canyon most nights seeped early through his open window. He pressed his face to the screen. A young woman sat on the patch of crabgrass beside his vegetable garden and fed apple slices to a rooster standing between her legs. In her other…
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The air smells like dream, like farm shit, like the salty stalling of evolution.
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