Today, in the midst of doing a few final death chore errands before David and I headed out from Lancaster, he had me pull into a parking lot so he could check the map on his phone, to figure out how to get to where we were going next. A big hawk flapped into the bare magnolia tree right in front of the car, white belly, grey wings settling across the broad back. Then it sat there, alert and watching for whatever is next.
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