Monthly Archives: August 2009

It began with entering a barn filled almost to the ceiling with straw; I had to crawl along the top of it, and in doing so, I found some magpies. The one problem was that though my unconscious mind was convinced they were magpies, they were entirely black, more like ravens. I snatched one of the black magpies in my hand (which I’m surprised in retrospect it let me do), and, much like a real bird, it attempted to bite me. It succeeded in landing a few nips, but I was able to shift my hand so that it could no longer reach its beak all the way over.

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