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Crow Songs Those crows he chased away from the garbage yesterday throw free concerts every morning from the pepper tree. He has learned to block them out. But most days he listens and he's comforted by their harsh echoes. He lets himself enjoy such songs of ugly beauty and meaning from the open window. He likes his coffee strong when he drinks it in the morning listening to the crows.
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