one leg separated from its pair. A little dog, a goat. When you order milagros online, you get a mystery mix in gold- or silver-hued metal. Portent instead of charm? Unsurprisingly, the hearts with daggers plunged through them outnumber those wreathed with ruffles or bows. Pain in the hip or knee, the kidneys' out of sync duets. Blood blooming like an out of control flower. Is this the part where you could wish for that kind of life clean as a barn filled with nothing but sawdust, chickens laying speckled eggs in straw? An owl interrupts the moment: a sound resembling language. There's no struggle in the hedge yet, no flash of rust-orange fur or a turbulence of white feathers marking escape or exit.
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