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Mar 2019
Strange sounds in the night
A lofty conclave of owls
Meet in their sanctum
While camping with my wife last summer I was awoken by a sound I couldn't identify. I walked deeper into the woods and found, in the beam of my flashlight, a gathering of owls staring down at me with large, alien eyes. I felt elated to see these magnificent birds in the wild, but knew that I was trespassing on a gathering I couldn't fully understand.
Grantland
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Grantland  49/M/Connecticut
(49/M/Connecticut)   
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