Ravens are the birds I'll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black — Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum
Ravens are the birds I'll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black — Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum
Ravens are the birds I'll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black — Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum
Ravens are the birds I'll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black — Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum
Ravens are the birds I'll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black — Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum
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Ravens are the birds I'll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black light of their limber intelligence. If only we did not have to die at all. Instead, become ravens.

— Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum
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