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DOVE PIROUETTE
It had been a heavy snowstorm throughout the night. In the morn- ing, I opened the front door to see what the storm had wrought. On the doorstep was a snow drift, 21 inches high. At rest upon it was
a mourning dove with its wings fanned out displaying the beauti- ful designs of its feathers. It did not move. Looking closer, I realized that it was frozen in that position. It brought to mind the vision of a ballerina performing a pirouette with her arms, imaginary “wings”, extended. What a wonderful way to depart this life. With its last bit of strength and last breath it created beauty for us to view.
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