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Where the Sky Is

From the March 1994 Print Edition

Not that light falls unbroken like snow falling on snow but that the sky flies open like an eye. Today, an astonishment of blue and one gray scissortail who is sharpening his passion for heights. When did motion become invisible? Faster than my retina can . . . . Continue Reading »