The Murmuration

Above me, thousands of birds were moving together in a black swarm that rolled and turned.  They became a comma on the sky, then a thin dotted line, a black pond against the orange of evening.  And then, they moved down so close to the ocean that I could feel the breath off their wings. --Little Fire 


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