let the eagle tell you where he's been

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Friday, 30 March 2012

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Explaining the Blog Title

"let the eagle tell you where he's been" comes from the lyrics of Colours of the Wind (end credit version) from the Disney movie Pocahontas (1995). I love the idea of anyone taking the time to listen to the story of a stranger - to really let the eagle tell you where he's been.
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