Looking upriver at a dark swirling mass
coming ever closer to where I stand.
My heart is in my throat.
My eyes are wide with wonder.
My ears cupped to magnify the sound.
As thousands of sandhill cranes fly overhead,
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their bugling calls vibrate to the depth of my soul
and I immediately know with all of my being:
If this were my last moment on Earth,
my life would be complete.
— Pamela Bergmann
Anchorage
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