Walking a path midday near the skirts of town, I spot a shadow on the field. A butterfly hovers to my right, nestles among the flowers, frolicking wings reflecting sky.
Shading my eyes I look for the source of the shadow cast for an instant on this butterfly. A hawk sweeps the western air wings spanned wide as if drifts of wind were all one needed to cr…
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