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The eagle calls.
My breathe stops .....I feed on the sound.
There again.
A quick inhale.
A small burst of air escapes from top of my heart.
My throat opens.
An opening that hears no difference,
Between the eagles wild call out to sea and mine.
A saddened plea to never leave.
The eagle glides effortlessly over the beach.
Searching. Nx
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