The Book of Birds
Published Monday 2 February 2009
Walking carefully, eyes down, I pick my way through the broken umbrellas that litter the streets like dead birds. They are always black, wet and mutilated, congregating in large numbers as if a murder of crows has been culled in flight, the skeletons of an airborne memory.
I haven’t seen a bird in flight for many [...]
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