“I dreamed my shoulders held up the sky for a thousand hawks that
squawked and cawed and beat their feathered wings against the hotness of
the day. I supported their flight, watching and marveling, until sweat
dripped from my body, and groans crossed my lips over fatiguing muscles.
Choosing to let the sky fall, I awoke.
My eyes opened to a cast of hawks gripping me in their talons. They supported my weight, hauling me high above the clouds through a blue expanse of heaven. And though they struggled—squawking and flapping wearily—never once did a single bird release its hold.”
Choosing to let the sky fall, I awoke.
My eyes opened to a cast of hawks gripping me in their talons. They supported my weight, hauling me high above the clouds through a blue expanse of heaven. And though they struggled—squawking and flapping wearily—never once did a single bird release its hold.”
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Today, Just a quote and a beautiful bird, the Red-shouldered hawk.
The world can take care of itself.
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