My great-grandfather and I were fishing at the County Lake one Saturday morning. All of a sudden two beautiful eagles flew over the trees near where we were fishing. The wingspan on each of those two birds seemed to be 7 feet as they glided overhead. My great-grandfather smiled as he watched those birds, and then he got very quiet and still as if in deep thought. When he leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, I knew school was about to be in session.
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