~Kem
As I look from the clear stream 2 the rusted barb-wire fence and back 2 the house where the crow was still perched in the window frame. The window itself was shattered long ago. Various pieces still clung 2 the wood, stubborn and determined not 2 be moved. The crow had strangely blue eyes as dark as the night slowly blanketing the sky. It stared at me with those deep blue eyes, but seemed 2 stare through me instead of just at me. And I, of course, stared back, wondering why it was here...and why it seemed....familiar... “of course I remember u...” I whisper, recognition sparking in...
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