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Lazy Letter: Sheep in the Factory

I took a walk around the village the other day, just to see what goes on around. Not so much, apparently. They say a lot of birds died in the fire, and their forest is black now, their home. Just like the seagulls who died

Echo

I heard someone shouting. The voice echoed all over the valley. He shouted again, the same word. He was perhaps calling a name, a person he was looking for.