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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Anna Cates

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Crows, a Warning

They have the intelligence of a seven-year-old. Despite their small brain, compact neurons provide them special problem-solving skills. But it moves beyond that where mysticism is involved . . .
Hush now, my soul! Nobody needs to know; they play a role in witchcraft, pluck out and eat, repeatedly, a witch's third eye while it's continually reborn, re-formed from twilight stardust and subterfuge . . .
Forgive them. Twisted from natural into strange, they absorb with light every color. They are midnight . . .
Nobody makes merry beneath their brooding wings. Beware lest they beset you to tarry in some loathsome woods.

smoky spell
picking the lock—
rustling feathers