301 Moved Permanently

301 Moved Permanently


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The Crows Today Sound Like Children

If age has a smell, it’s cedar, what’s on your
breath, Manuela. I’ve seen the gathering of
hedge clippings. I’ve seen the Mason jars
and lit the fires. Think: you weren’t born to
do anything at all! Day is just old night. The
cauldron heats but slowly, and that birdy racket—so bothersome!

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