I was driving to the dump, past the landscape of giant metal domes and scaffolding and train yards, when I saw pigeons on a wire, hundreds of them in long, long clumps of grey, huddled together against the chilly rain, so closely packed that at first they seemed like another industrial sculpture, but then alive and breathing and connected.
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June 2019
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