The Wall. Around the corner from the old apartment. Some nights I would stop and stare at it for long minutes, the crows in the tree above rustling their feathers and shifting their perches uneasily, afraid I might figure it out.
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The Wall. Around the corner from the old apartment. Some nights I would stop and stare at it for long minutes, the crows in the tree above rustling their feathers and shifting their perches uneasily, afraid I might figure it out.
