I heard the dove before I could see it. The ululations were ethereal and welcoming. I looked up and spotted her about 20 feet off the ground. She was hidden among leaves, and I had to walk into the thicket off the path to get a clear silhouette shot of her. She waited for me to finish taking her into my memory, then cried once more, the mixed cry of loss and reassurance, and flew away.
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