I like to think about flocks of migratory birds, rising up from the reeds of a wetland, catching air under their wings and taking flight in unison. Collective movement. One soul shared between many bodies. I used to sit in the plaza in St. Augustine when I told my parents I went to a movie and watch the flock of downtown pigeons flit in their
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