I've a new interest in birds, feathered friends who take to the sky, who make noises, who appear solo or in groups everywhere if I bother to pay attention. The crow, in particular, carries me to a contemplative place, opening the door to wonder and amazement. After all, she sent me a message in the form of a crow's feather, the color of midnight. Who am I not to be in a state of wonder when the crows caw from my rooftop?
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