At this height the world seemed fixed and unreal, without the complications of before and after. Even the string of eagles and few daring crows tracing the slow-moving air currents high up in the mercurial blue seemed stangley stuck in time, their long ellipses suggesting a state of being in which things always were, again and again, from past into present, and from present back into past.

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