It’s 6:30 in the morning and inside my headphones is the calming sound of ocean waves. Outside, the sun is rising behind the apartment complex across the street. Swooping into view is an osprey, who lands atop an orange construction cone and stares intently into the pond below. It’s nest on the next telephone pole. […]
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Letters: With each year at Hillsborough College, the home of the Hawks feels less like the nest I once knew
Elegy for the Hawk.
