strangers and animals of all kind coming in from the doors and windows. countless numbers of crows circling their endless circles around our heads, high up above, then piercing their trajectories down at us, straight at us, so we have to cower and retreat back inside. this summer has turned the world into a wonderfully mad tea party, and we are it's guests. welcome to the garden of delights, shamanboy!
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