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The Eagle Beneath me, the mountains, above me, the sky. Beyond, all I can see is the cracked land fading into the distance. The cool morning breeze turns into a stiff gale as I soar through the sky, my spotted wings lifting me higher and yet higher. The intense sun ought to burn me, but the sense of freedom and glory chases all pains into far oblivion… These were my thoughts, lying in the hot sand, watching the eagle circle the distant mountaintops. I moved my arm across the scorching dust, sighed, knowing that these feelings belonged to the majestic bird, surveying the land like a king ready to strike down any animal daring to leave t