Snow keeps falling.
Big chunky flakes this time. Already caked vehicles. Have been strumming on the guitar all morning. Nothing has progressed. Some lyrics turned story-mode. Too many limbs to hang from. Need to make a crow girl sweater. The idea sparked as I came padding out and a murder flew like a mob of blackness, like a cloud about to downpour its burdens (hopefully in my case not of the bowels), cawing to one another and curving and swooping in unison. To me I wish I could have transformed and kicked my feet from the ground to join them, flying. What about a knitted totem poll?
Totem & crow things:




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