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[08 Mar 2008|02:13pm] |
dedicated to aimee
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[11 Dec 2007|02:01am] |
An Indian brave found an eagle's egg and put it into the nest of a prairie chicken. The eaglet hatched with a bunch of chicks and grew up with them. All his life, this changeling eagle - thinking he was a prairie chicken - did what prairie chickens did. He scratched in the dirt for seeds and insects to eat. He clucked and cackled. And he flew in a brief flurry of wings and feathers no more than a few feet off the ground. After all, that's how a prairie chicken is supposed to fly. Years passed. The changeling eagle grew old. One day he saw a magnificent bird far above him in the cloudless sky. Hanging with graceful majesty on powerful wind currents, the bird soared with scarcely a beat of its strong golden wings. "What a beautiful bird!", said the changeling eagle to his neighbor. "What is it?" "That's an eagle, the chief of the birds," the neighbor clucked. "But don't give it a second thought. You could never be like him." So the changeling eagle never gave it another thought. And he died thinking he was a prairie chicken.
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[01 Nov 2007|11:08am] |
i am going out of town for a teaching-in-prison conference.
so make up for it, CUTE.
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