agnosticism

Column: Hanging Garden

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The din had been loud inside the house, but outside, I felt like I was being buffeted by it, surrounded on all sides by argument. I felt a guilty weight in the pit of my stomach. I knew what the sound was now. I looked up and without any joy found what I expected to find.

There were exactly two black crows sitting in the branches of my tree, facing my house, yelling at me.

“What do you want?” I sighed. But I knew.