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The Eagle Gliding free, in the clouds. Kissing the air, with elegant grace, that belies the power in her Olympian wings. Her progeny safely nestled in their aerie, she d i v e s toward her unsuspecting prey. The violence denying, the love she has for her young. Slowly rising, carrying the morsel back to hungry beaks. Soaring again, proud and free. |
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