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People in Pigeons

And then it rained, slightly though a brief alarm for the thunderstorm coming, and they fled the white, grey and somewhere in between the pigeons. A fluter in the sky rain vertical pigeons horizontal apparent friction. people in the sky hovering by. And then some remained where they were unguarded unperturbed almost fearless As if there were lines under their claws of varying sizes and numbers I wonder.