The crow's dance

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This winter morning in Iceland, the sky is low, the atmosphere is heavy. The cries of the crows, amazing vocalizations, resonate in the fjord. The discussions are sustained, passionate. A bird flies away, a second follows him, they rise in the sky before dropping for a black dance, as beautiful as the crow.

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