Paul smiles. “My point exactly.” He pulls into a turnout that - TopicsExpress



          

Paul smiles. “My point exactly.” He pulls into a turnout that looks over a small annex of the reservoir, tucked against the mountains. He gets out, props a foot on a split-rail fence and looks out over the water. I assume I’m supposed to do the same. “Oh God, you’ve become one of those enigmatic Buddhist teachers.” “Perhaps. Or perhaps, when the eagle calls, you must follow.” “So you’re a Navajo.” “I am not speaking metaphorically.” An actual bald eagle crosses the water in front of us, long, fluid wings carving the air.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Jun 2013 19:15:17 +0000

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