andy fardell · Feb 11, 2011
crow

The crows nests stood i saw them there proud and loud standing bare ,it was some sight to see no leaves just full of twigs from many trees ,yet daunting was that sight behold of many twigs formed in mold.those trees did state a ghostly feel that scrapped and scratched your mind betold

 
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