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“Three greasy brother crows wheel, beak to heel, cutting a circle into the bruised and troubled sky, making fast, dark rings through the thicksome bloats of smoke”
A lil over 30 years ago I crawled into bed with this book at 6am having spent the night carousing with Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds in Galway, Ireland. I read that first line, smiled to myself knowing I would love this book then got up and sat med-school exams. I wasn‘t wrong 🎤👨🏼⚕️