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Circe's Writing: July 2002 Archives (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-25) |
 | | She heard nothing of the constant clucking chickens are known for, but she was moved suddenly to gaze upwards, and like a blurred picture coming abruptly into focus, she saw that the thin branches of the cottonwoods were lined with tawny-feathered fighting hens, all silently turned towards her, orange eyes intent, eerily speculative. |
 | | She mutely obeyed when the curandera beckoned her forward, dutifully bent and removed the slippers in turn as the curandera raised each foot, and stood gingerly holding the satin slippers, gaping at the tiny old curandera now barefoot upon the powdery warm ground. |
 | | Somehow the curandera had reached the door of her home, leaving Rubia standing alone in the chicken yard staring dumbly after her, the satin slippers dangling in a limp glow of pink from one hand, the heated scarlet egg cupped carefully in the other. |
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