Wing and a Prayer

Talons gripping the crag's edge, the eagle gazes across miles of sheer rock face. Treetops and low clouds obscure the stream on the floor below. He attunes each feather to the wind's whisper. When the call embraces his pinions just so, he leaps. Not a trial step or tentative wiggle of…

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Kite Chasing

Vivid panels twist and swoop, as two-dimensional figments come alive in the skies. A matching tail streams behind each one. Kites mesmerize me. I imagine myself riding the air beside them, as if I were meant to glide on the windwaves.Perhaps I am. Perhaps we all are.Grounded kites offer little entertainment…

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