I sometimes imagined that my mother and these aunts, who oftentimes murmurated in our small living room, were in fact birds who had lost their feathers, perhaps due to some clandestine procedure, or else some peculiar disease.
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I sometimes imagined that my mother and these aunts, who oftentimes murmurated in our small living room, were in fact birds who had lost their feathers, perhaps due to some clandestine procedure, or else some peculiar disease.
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