Not Margie. Crows.

I woke this morning with the sensation of razor blades in my throat, cutting into me each time I swallow. I gargled with salt water and then took the prophylactic antibiotics I always have on hand because I’m so susceptible to strep throat. I cancelled my date with Margie because whatever it is, she doesn’t need to get it. So all my lens saw today was the usual crows at dusk. They were splendid. 

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