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for Winter Solstice 2020 |
| Something to Crow About Crows follow that Old Tyme Religion. Awake at morning's first light barking and breathing a sigh at sunset on Solstice with a gasp at the night's Great Conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn. The cosmos cracks open spilling divine stardust and Earth is pasted with ash and glitter. Black, white, and gray. The crows know. |