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10.EIGHTEEN.16

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The sun glistening off the wings caught my eye.

I heard the mischievous call.

Swoop, land, greet.

Corvus.

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One thought on “10.EIGHTEEN.16

  1. Perched high above the water, waiting for the perfect time to fly away into the clear blue sky.

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