I seldom hear her when she gets up in the early morning and closes the doors softly behind her and I sleepily turn over once more opaque dreams dissolve and the farm and barn take shape and I know that she is already working when I come to the breakfast table she brings in the smell of the farm with her and her hands are cool from the animal's trough I am silent as her calloused hands touch the china and carry it from the table

Translated by Herbert Kuhner and Janko Ferk from the Slovenianm

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