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Happiness Lays Within You before/after
I went outside, and I saw an eagle fly.
Alone in the cloudless sky, the eagle did lazy loops on a thermal rising from the tarmac in the area.
Loops and swirls, drifting this way and that, with no particular plan in mind. Occaisonally when the thrill became too much, and the beauty overwhelming, the eagle must make sound. Elegaic. The edge of joy, the eagle-shreik.
Nothing weighed it down. And it did what it did for pure exhultation.
That cruel predator. Conscienceless.
Watching the hustle and bustle of people far below. People rushing to find their place in the Grand Scheme of the World.
The eagle had no worries. It knew its place.
And its place was to be in the sky.
Twirling. Unafraid. Happy.
Remote, drifting alone, with not a care in the world.
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