Later, you told me what your mother had said. How your father, the farmer, rose up slowly. You told me how your mother wailed on the other end of the phone, grieving her loss and complaining about the basketball of a goitre perched on her shoulder. She told you, your father walked onto the veranda and saw a chook floating ten feet above the ground. The chook didn__ flap a feather and just sat there brooding, swaying in the breeze.
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Jon Gresham
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We Rose Up Slowly
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