[She hears the racket from far away even as her droning voice breaks up into whispers of maybes, possibilities. Tiny scraps of hope for how to fix this horrible situation. But meanwhile her tears flow freely, and the chickens huddle in her lap for comfort.]
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Date: 2012-03-27 10:07 pm (UTC)