I drove by a downed hawk a while back. It was on the road - a victem of highway dynamics - with one wing pointing straight up to the sky, lit by that golden rose new morning sun. As I slowed a cube truck passed the other way - and the wheels left a floating chaff I drove slowly away from. Some moments lit by a clear light seem almost like magic pieces we chanced to share in.
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And now to disengage the clutch of the forebrain ...
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