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Many years ago, before the time of our forefathers, in a village called Edo, a hawk got up very early one morning to hover around the village square, as was his daily routine. He took in every detail with his keen eyes⦯r nothing ever escapes the eyes of a hawk, no matter how small it is, or how high up in the sky the hawk may be. He was making circles in the air, scarcely moving his wings and...
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