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It was the year the sow eradicated her piglets. It was a swift and menacing time. One of the local dogs was having a phantom pregnancy. Things were leaving one place and showing up in another. It was springtime when I arrived in the country, an east wind blowing, an uncanny wind as it turned out. Certain things began to arise.
In other years I had spent it drinking wine on a café terrace in the city, trying to take in that distinctive blue in the air, sitting in silence.
