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Beautiful writing my dear. You recall the story of your father in grad school rushing to an Aubrey Williams class on his motorcycle and running headlong into a buzzard eating left-over squirrels of whatever on the highway. John recalled it as the only Williams seminar he ever missed. Today, I went to church and there was a bloody beast of some sort on the road, being picked over by crows. When I returned, several vultures were attacking the corpse. I was terrified that I too would have them in my car and on myself. I tried to honk to warn them off but couldn't even find the horn. Fortunately, they were smart enough to get out of the way.

And then there is the lovely painting of (almost) you. Great to see it and to read about the redeeming virtues of vultures, who do clean up for us and are rather beautiful, as you show them!

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I had forgotten that story about Dad! Thanks, Mom.

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As always, a good read. I watched a pair of turkey vultures circling our neighborhood today. Their wings looked like sails.

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Oh! You're right, their wings *are* like skyward journeying sails. Thanks, Tom.

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M's Fine and Mellow.... I forgot about those times until just now. You were absolutely as adventurous and lovely as the woman in the painting.

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