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Grace and Power
Walking out the front door, my attention was caught by a deep guttural honk. I turned to my left and spied enormous wings ascending over the curvature of a nearby hill. The long wingstrokes were slowly coursing and straining against gravity. The light was muted in the gray weather of the day, making unclear what was approaching me. I quickly moved through a mental checklist of possible birds it could be. No color was discernible, only a dark silhouette....

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