It was 9 oclock in the morning, as we we’re having the lukewarm homemade granola. It’s better when you let it cool down, because until then it’s not yet crunchy. As we’re munching quietly *SMACK* we’re interrupted by a loud bump that made the window tremble…

I had a look and saw a pigeon, instant dead. Beautiful, but so painful. It made me think about funerals, and ritual more general.

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