The Sunday Whirl

The north wind upstream spun the silver spindles on her wind chime. The cacophony startled sitting crows, causing them to flee to a higher branch. Their nimble panic caused her a light smile. Birds were one of the reasons she had the loud chimes. Julie had a probably skewed view of avian wildlife. Unlike her neighbors who were smitten by the small creatures flying around their gardens, she had grown up despising them. Margins of her mania were based on childhood by the seaside where large predatory birds caused her fright.

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