dead birds

Over the period of one year, it seemed like I could never get away from dead birds. They were everywhere. On the ground, two bird’s wings lay flattened in the sun, black and two feet apart—no body between. The body had been smashed, rolled over by a pitiless tire and obliterated, but the wings were [

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