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christmas at love field They called it the swarming season— that mild Texas winter in late December, when the birds gather like big black nets in the sky —hundreds of them— simultaneously hovering and circling; then suddenly swooping down to the earth, then repositioning, then rising back up, and around; then landing once more over and over again, until instinct kicked in and they collectively swelled up together, and flew away, each going to the sanctuary of their own nests… And inside the airport, swarms of people came and gathered, and sat and swelled and rushed— all beckoned by the pull of the season; by that ancient, instinctual homing-call of Christmas. -31- ...

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