Two weeks from tomorrow.
For now, however, the crows are back again, and for that, part of me is eternally grateful. The backyard is full of birds.
There's nothing to reinforce your knowledge that life is a gift like driving past a graveyard late at night when the moon is full, half yellow and shrouded in cloud-like mist. Your life is so directly contrasted with the lack thereof, and you thank whoever you will for it.
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