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Mar 2020
each night.  blackbirds congregate. on the roof.  below me.  I want to join them.  their religion.  or maybe they are still a cult.  as all religions are.  at the beginning.  until they get enough.  believers.  until they get enough.  power.  and influence.  to convince.  others to at least.  tolerate them. and then maybe.  join them.

I want to join them.

the blackbirds.  are still small.  in numbers.  but they look so peaceful.  they don’t move.  for hours.  they must be in.  prayer or meditation.  I know devotion takes time.  and I am willing.  to devote my time.  to whatever they worship.  to whatever they believe.  I want to be a blackbird.  congregating on a roof.
John Destalo
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John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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