Saturday, March 3, 2018 4:37 PM

A wall of pigeons flies at me in a perfect diamond formation. I am too entranced to flinch. About to collide with me, three of them drop back and over, keeping to the grid as they open a door in the wall. I turn to watch them once they've passed. They return to their formation, ascending as they cross the street. I coo at them in thanks. They don't respond.

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