It's just around noon, and the hawk that nests somewhere back in the alleys along Bosworth street is circling. We're talking the heart of downtown Boston here.
In one of his versions of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Tennessee Williams used a hawk to symbolize freedom and Brick's lost life.
I better not go there today. I'm suffering from way too much wanderlust. I might go primal.
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