... People had to shout out their words, otherwise they would be drowned out by the thunderous flapping of wings. An eagle tried its luck behind the flock of birds. For a moment, they gathered in a tight group like a torrent, accompanied by a loud roar of thunder; this almost solid flock of birds rushed forward, drawing ripple lines...
──Quoted from John James Audubon's "Biography of Ornithology"
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I woke up in a state of whiteness...
Intention: the last one