Report from Sunday, August 9, 2026 And just like that, it was gone. The condor flew a few feet over my head, big prehistoric eyes looking me square in mine as it whistled by, wind current from the giant raptor just about hitting me in the face before it turned a corner and vanished. It was as if the primordial beast was swooping down to bless me, like the hand of God itself, telling me something like to “Go forth, my child, and live out the res…
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