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Noticing
The stillness of the mills
Southwest facing
Silence
That open ended space
Into which the daylight tumbles
Silver from a sun that hides
Behind her silver veil
Into this silver silence
The sound of wings
And low, murmered conversation
Four Ravens, like spirits
Stirring the air
Making it tremble
Filling the silence completely
With the turbulence of their passing
Time stands still
And its Ravens dance
To the music.

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