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We clasp the hands of those that go before us, And the hands of those who come after us. We enter the little circle of each other's arms And the larger circle of lovers, Whose hands are joined in a dance, And the larger circle of all creatures, Passing in and out of life, Who move also in a dance, To a music so subtle and vast that no ear hears it Except in fragments.
--Wendell Berry (b.1934) Author

Okay, so maybe the photo of the circling turkey vulture gives this quote a different, more ominous, less inspirational meaning. But that wasn't really my intention! :)