Ravenesque
It's mid-October. It's pitch black outside when my alarm goes off at 6 a.m., and only the faintest of twilight by the time I drive off for the train station. As I walk away from the parking lot, I gaze sleepily at the gray sky: it's either overcast or not yet bright enough to tell. A voice from above isn't much help...
high-tension wire --
a crow calls
to itself
It's mid-October. It's pitch black outside when my alarm goes off at 6 a.m., and only the faintest of twilight by the time I drive off for the train station. As I walk away from the parking lot, I gaze sleepily at the gray sky: it's either overcast or not yet bright enough to tell. A voice from above isn't much help...
high-tension wire --
a crow calls
to itself
high-tension wire --
a crow calls
to itself
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