September 1, 2017
Steven Sebestyen, August 1, 2017
It was the hallmark call of an eagle that finally broke the silence and the apparent trance that had come over me as I stood on the edge of Pennsylvania’s Grand Canyon, staring slack jawed into the impossibly lush and expansive forest that rolled out beneath me. A second call rang thought the canyon, and I ripped my eyes away from the breathtaking view to catch a glimpse of the majestic bird playing in the thermal updrafts high above me, undoubtably enjoying the newfound sunshine and drying its wings.
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