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*A Farewell. Part One.* Sun nearly angry with summer. Silence echoes itself under The dome of blue. Clouds so Elaborate you'd think they were Animated; Giant. Few. Above the collapsed Barn wall, where shreds of tarp Dance in slow motion, I see crows The size of falcons glide; high; barely Visible. After the storm settles in your little Glass, you see how well the pieces Fit anew. Two crows apart. I have been given so much sky. I will fly in it.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
I See Crows the Size of Falcons
*A Farewell. Part One.* Sun nearly angry with summer. Silence echoes itself under The dome of blue. Clouds so Elaborate you'd think they were Animated; Giant. Few. Above the collapsed Barn wall, where shreds of tarp Dance in slow motion, I see crows The size of falcons glide; high; barely Visible. After the storm settles in your little Glass, you see how well the pieces Fit anew. Two crows apart. I have been given so much sky. I will fly in it.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
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