a crow flew up from behind at the height of the sparce treeline
it wasn't alone
it was followed by twelve others
thirteen in all
a murder of crows
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
Synch...
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