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Thursday, February 05, 2004

Crew

Fog, wet snow on the ground, a big black tree full of ravens with nowhere better to be. The path to work goes under their tree and they're all talking thirty feet up. I wonder whether I can trust a tree full of ravens. On the other side, I check my shoulders, check over my shoulders, and the ravens are still jawing.

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