An Egg Mistaken for a PearlJason Stumpf
It is a gathering of crows, omens, that animates the artifice. Around the hour stars cluster over houses reflecting midways, the principles assemble. Some under overhangs wait out the hush before laughter. It is the slow accrual of names that keeps the story moving, that comes through pain. And soon the crowd is seated for the show.
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