They passed a farmhouse, a simple shack surrounded by animals - a lazy burro, clucking chickens, a litter of pigs. The farmhouse stood alone in the desolate landscape. There was no sign of a living person anywhere. And then it was gone, lost in the swirling dust plume of the car. (Michael Crichton)

They passed a farmhouse, a simple shack surrounded by animals - a lazy burro, clucking chickens, a litter of pigs. The farmhouse stood alone in the desolate landscape. There was no sign of a living person anywhere. And then it was gone, lost in the swirling dust plume of the car.

Michael Crichton

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