Yesterday, on my run, there was a flock of birds high in the clear sky of Tatarbunary. This group of birds was actually dancing. They would divide into two groups, and those undulating droplet-like groups would move around each other in a sort of tango. Then the groups would merge, flow together, and then one bird would shoot out from the group to lead the next change in direction and shape. It was truly beautiful to watch, the way these innocent creatures were enjoying themselves and their world. I am honored to have seen such beauty.
Blessings as you love beautifully.
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