D.O.P.-T.

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The sunrise was just a wisp of pink, and a huge flock of crows swirled out from the neighborhood on the other side of El Camino. Hundreds of them, circling around, the mass turning on itself in a vortex, ejecting individuals who then flew over it as it writhed across the highway - and split, the cast-off group passing rapidly out of sight to the south, the main group whirling its way east towards the McDonald's, swooping across the street from one side to the other and back again, turning all the time like a dervish, like a whirlwind - and there came the other group to cannon back into the cloud, as they spun down on the helpless building with a sound like the rending of steel.