Classic crow

April 24th, 2014, 5pm

He perches on the rails surrounding a church on a grey day. Obligatory gravestones cross the ground in jagged lines and he guards over them. One intelligent beady eye watches me, waiting for me to speak. “Cliché much?”

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Wendy Quester

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