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a child sees feathers whenever he closes his eyes. later he will see the feathers floating soundlessly through air that doesn't care a bit about the feather's softness. then he will see the dead chicken from which the feathers are plucked & realize he is the chicken, the farmer too who plucks with his gaze fixed on a spider web. the boy is also the sound, he discovers, of the pluck. the dead chicken's skin rising up, then falling again, smacking the fat & bones beneath.