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I went to visit my brothers grave up in 'The Midlands' before I flew back to the US.
In the graveyard I made this picture of a rook or maybe its a crow. These guys make a very distinctive sound in the otherwise silent graveyard. The collective noun for a group of crows is : ' a murder of crows ' its a bit of a judgmental noun, and yet their cries and their association with death, for these jet black birds on that day , the group noun seemed kind of right.
I don't visit my brothers grave in the way you think I might. I guess I am only just now almost ready to generate the relationship you are supposed to have with a dead family member. A relationship where you have properly accepted that they have really gone. I guess I am almost there, well kind of almost there, its only taken me 20 years so far.
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