Today I went for a walk in the woods. I was chased by coyotes down a ridge and dislocated my knee. At one point i became rather worried that i wasn't going to make it with my leg so busted, but I heard a falcon cry then a murder of crows. The falcon always fights the local crows in the valley here. Chattanooga means "The Crows Loft" in cherokee. I
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