THE SENTINEL
Poised in air and level with my sight, my partner hawk and I stitch wide slow silent circles over Lake Stahahe as the new warm sun steps westerly this unacccustomed bee-droned April afternoon. Sign in to see full entry.
Bob's Grabbag: THE SENTINEL
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