Eat, sleep, pray? Eat, stand, wait? A hawk lands on the corner of the building adjacent to my window. Another one passes over him while scanning the field outside. Because my heart is so often thinking about my kids (I know hearts pump blood and brains think), my thoughts immediately affiliate the hawks to my boys and I hope "my boys" come to visit me often.
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