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  1. MaeM

    What chickens mean to me

    It’s 7 a.m. I wake up to the raging car motors and the rushed steps of people going to work. Living in a busy street, with your bedroom’s window against the sidewalk, you can’t really hear much more at that time of the day. Or at any time of the day. But at 7 a.m., it’s pretty clear what I am...
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