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Castillo 8There was a morning when one of the big hens was standing outside of the glass door that led to the back patio, five steps up from the pool, which was further out towards the back yard. The chicken came from a fenced coop off the house just thirty feet or so. There were eight maybe ten, hens and roosters, that lived with the house and were cared for by a man and woman who lived in a part of the house we didn’t much see. There was a door and a carport halfway up the steep driveway which we figured belonged to the caretakers. I saw them once, in the morning, after it rained and they told me in partial English that I could have eggs from the chicken for our family. The man brought me five, stained with mud and the proximity of source, I think, is why I put them in a large cup and continue reading…

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