In a dark wood a Chinese woman in a white night dress told me her dreams.
She dreamt of a mother hen with four babies. Working hard to find food. In the dream, each day the chicken mother lost another baby. She said she could sense the sadness, deep inside her. But the chicken mother kept on searching for food to feed the remaining chicks. She said, you should go into the countryside and find a chicken family. And follow them. And then you will learn about hard work. And sadness.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
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