The Two-headed Calf

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Mirrored from Madam Nakamura-Branchevska.

By Laura Gilpin

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this

freak of nature, they will wrap his body

in newspaper and carry him to the museum.

But tonight he is alive and in the north

field with his mother. It is a perfect

summer evening: the moon rising over

the orchard, the wind in the grass.

And as he stares into the sky, there

are twice as many stars as usual.

Apparently there’s a private museum of two-headed calves in SF owned, along other cool collections, by a Henry S. Rosenthal. #lifegoals , seriously.

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