A crow cries out from an overhead tree branch. I look up and it repeats its call. It’s cold, I can see its breath.
Cold
This was written by Jeff. Posted on Tuesday, November 29, 2005, at 9:32 pm. Filed under Before. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Trackbacks are closed, but you can post a comment.
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Shortest blog ever? Still awesome
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