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Never make friends with a crow! a biologist said on the radio. A crow gets attached to you easily, she'll tap on the window constantly, a crow can easily become psychotic. Nothing happens here. Nothing. Gardens in the rain. Lemons in moonlight. A flock of jackdaws flew up with a huge racket by the ruin last night. The bells softly through the haze. The smoke, the ringing. Once I saw the eyes of a little girl cloud over, it was irreparable right from the start, it hurts. The cloud floated over the violet eyeball, slowly in toward the pupil, and then I could no longer follow it, that cloud.
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