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1 min readSep 17, 2019
So said Crow
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“So”, said Crow, “am I not King of my own destiny?”
Hoovering roadkill, soaring on the breeze, vast landscapes glimpsed on the wing, down rugged hedgerows and furrows dark, secret flesh to devour.
“Embrace mediocrity, my friend”, said Sparrow.
Darting, to and fro, amongst the branches, under twigs via hidden byways where wooded vaulting, water drenched, sparkles with reflected light.
So be it.
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