Through the window, the land behind the house looked underdone, soggy still and in need of more time in the sun. She put on a hat, took it off, opened the door, closed it, baked a cake, ate it, baked another, cut it into slices to deliver to neighbors, and finally ventured out into the morning, where she angrily thrust a stick into the earth, screaming at the soft spots. All around her were men who lacked the courage to do the same.
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