Entry #3
They know something I don’t and they revel in the knowledge that I can’t decipher their language. I’ve missed the signs, even when I expect the unexpected. The future remains a mystery to me. The past remains a mystery to me. The present remains a mystery to me. They used to caw. They just cackle now. The cackling of the crows.
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