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| Aloneness... I know that feeling, yet the eagle merely dances in it's tease. He soars amidst the clouds as if in laughter, yet he splendors in a magnificent serenity. Rolling over one could picture his pirouetting; only this time horizontally. Amidst the thermals, now assuring his new form and certainty... Lord, now that's a creation! And to think that from only a tiny egg in measure... that eagle has been born ... you see. |
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