Suddenly, a stray turkey appeared between two trees in the distance, hesitating as it decided whether to follow the flock or head toward our enticing calls.

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At this, all the others stood up and came away from the trees: what they saw in the distance was smoke spouting from different points in the landscape, first here, then there.

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From Bugues, you could see her head rising in the distance, above the hedge of medlar trees that separated our land from that of her children.

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