Fiction | January 01, 1988

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That autumn when the young man came to town, there was a deep blue sky.  On their way to the fair, the wagons creaked into town.  One buckboard, driven by cloudy white horses, carried a grunting pig inside its wooden slates.  Another had cages of chickens.  In the heat, the chickens did not flap their wings.  They sounded tired and old, and their shoulders drooped like old men.

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