God is in everything, I tell her, hoping the mystery and matter-of-factness will give her something to think about. 'Everything? ' Everything. 'The clouds? The grass? What about the dirt? What about me? What about you? ' And before I can answer a great horned owl, almost as tall as my daughter, looks at us. It extends its massive wings and with one downward thrust lifts its body and disappears, leaving a small lump of fur and broken bones in the dark grass.
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