Crows


The naked branches created an organic grating over the afternoon sky. Trees were full of crows, hurrying from here to there, carrying materials like crazy to build their nests. So black, so noisy, so unfriendly and yet they brought happy and hopeful messages about the spring that was about to came, about new lives about to be born.

 

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