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The crow stares at the woman. What is she doing staring at the never ending fog. the lifeless cold, grey sky? she is so calm, at peace, like she knows what awaits her...
there is no hate no pain, no anger, no vengeance in her.... only tranquility.
The crow watches at the woman take one final breath, cherishing the cold air on her lips, tasting the last minute of life. This crow has watched many a human come and go, but not one like this one. She is different. She has made friends with time. She has accepted death. now this fog will always surround her living or dying or dead. The fog will pollute her mind and she will become a victim of its lifeless grey fade.