Hawk on the wind

This is a day of innocence for the hawk, a day of winds, erratic winds, and high, in which the clouds roll and the forests rock and the hawk plays at the zenith of the sky. On silken slopes of air he floats serene, wings wide-spread, hither-thither blown, supremely confident, content to lean upon a gusto greater than his own.

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