The women's feet are soaked in blood, but they remain asleep. The men say nothing, of course.
The social horror of weeping for an evil man. Does the sobbing turn into laughter, turn into a warning scream?
No one listens, of course. The past belongs in the past.
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On Becoming a Guinea Fowl 2024
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