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Ten black crows in a red-budded cottonwood tree basking in the eerie glow of the waning sun bruised, livid sky weighted air waves shush, shush on the receding tide serenity reigns but I can feel it hovering offshore a curled fist wound tight ready to strike
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
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Ten black crows in a red-budded cottonwood tree basking in the eerie glow of the waning sun bruised, livid sky weighted air waves shush, shush on the receding tide serenity reigns but I can feel it hovering offshore a curled fist wound tight ready to strike
#storm#weather#wind#crows
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
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