I went for a bike ride this week to buy a dozen eggs. We were staying with friends in the countryside, an hour and a half outside Los Angeles, and about a mile up the road there’s a chicken farm that lies by a pair of dun-colored hills. The day wasn’t windy or hot yet, there was a coolness that hung beneath the trees,…
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