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The pelican is just resting upon the soft sands of the shore, with its elongated beak, almost touching the ground, nestled before him—tucked close to his form.
His white gleaming breast is revealed with his slight turn of movement, as the sun's light reflects off his smoothed feathers.
His eye gently observes the activity around him, ensuring there remains a wide circle of his personal space. He seems unperturbed by the busyness of people on this sun-drenched beach.
His majestic presence is announced simply by his royal beauty and stillness.
It is honored; he is honored. And yet it seems that his deepest knowing tells him that he is surrounded by a love, a presence, that will protect him, and this seems to also be acknowledged in the hearts of onlookers, who admire him from a distance.
Perhaps they know that his kind has been here long before we all came to inhabit this planet.
His white gleaming breast is revealed with his slight turn of movement, as the sun's light reflects off his smoothed feathers.
His eye gently observes the activity around him, ensuring there remains a wide circle of his personal space. He seems unperturbed by the busyness of people on this sun-drenched beach.
His majestic presence is announced simply by his royal beauty and stillness.
It is honored; he is honored. And yet it seems that his deepest knowing tells him that he is surrounded by a love, a presence, that will protect him, and this seems to also be acknowledged in the hearts of onlookers, who admire him from a distance.
Perhaps they know that his kind has been here long before we all came to inhabit this planet.