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Observation One:
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Chapter 17: Communication I
The carrier pigeon glided silently through the blackness.
Like the other identical quins, it had been travelling for a very long time. But its energy levels were still high, and would remain so.
It had departed in precisely the same direction taken by those for whom its particular message was intended. It was made of the same stuff as its larger target, and with no winds or weather to disrupt its flight, it had been able to track them to perfection, and at an identical speed.
And now it had come at last within reach of the place where they were moored. So it sang its simple song, received their confirmatory reply, and then continued on its fixed trajectory for all eternity.
Copyright © 2003 by Michael E. Lloyd
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