Downward stroke of raven wing, coal-black and glistening in the morning sun, sweeps clouds into one, a blot on the blue. Its forsaken caw breaks early morning silence like the letterbox flap, the post on the mat; only its message is scrawled in the sky and punctuated by its shiny jet eye. Kim M. Russell, […]
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