The Birds of War are buzzing my house again today. Blue and yellow their steel wings glisten and glint the bay waters below. Smoke lingers in their wake, marking a trail of their rise and fall and plateau. Then up again they'll rise, seemingly from nowhere, from some unseeable moment on the horizon.
Perhaps these Birds of War prophecy our country's economic future, and at some distant moment, unseeable to the naked eye, the Dow Jones will rise up from what seems like nowhere. For now, it's all a matter of keeping an eye on their trails of smoke and our lungs full with air to be expelled at the last possible moment. Relief, it's all okay. The election is over and cycle begins again as the left moves closer to the right as children wail and old people die in the streets.
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