"At dusk they pour from the sky. They blow across the ramparts, turn cartwheels over rooftops, flutter into the ravines between houses. Entire streets swirl with them, flashing white against the cobbles. Urgent message to the inhabitants of this town, they say. Depart immediately to open country."
- Anthony Doerr, from his amazing "All the Light We Cannot See", a book I never wanted to end. Book review coming shortly.
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