June sits on a padded chair in the backyard listening to the rumbling machines. The sound is a feeling, distant and peaceful, like the gentle tremble of a car as you drift off to sleep in the back seat. It’s not far, of course. Right in front of her. The river-gully forest falling. Norm is livid. He keeps threatening to put the house up for sale. While we still can, he says portentously.
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