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A Copper Maran rooster in a faded chambray shirt and rolled oatmeal linen trousers, walking barefoot in profile along a wide empty beach at low tide, overcast sky reflected in wet sand, tail feathers trailing in the sea breeze

He had always walked this way — not because anyone showed him, but because no one needed to. Some inheritances predate instruction.

3 May 2026

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