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29 R E D -TA I L E D H AW K Late autumn, standing on the fire tower on top of Mount Toby, to hear its wings snap like a heavy sheet in the wind, then watch it glide on a thermal, but to have the chance to turn to look around, and see the curve of its beak, the flash of its tail, and for it to vanish before I am fully aware, is in keeping with you to be free to choose. The distance between us speaks for itself, and I want you to know what you need, out of who you are, the way a red-tailed hawk crosses the ridges of this valley. ...

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