Fiction
The Man Who Talked to Crows
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2 min readSep 23, 2022
The park was quiet.
I was so excited to find a new sketching space. The house was often too quiet and the coffee shop was too loud. There was a busy road not that far away that gave enough ambient noise to let one settle into their task.
I set my sketchbook on my knee and got lost in my work.