Spirit of the Lake by Matthias Warlick

You might not believe what you’re seeing, but neither does the raven. The bird seems to hover next to the cliff you stand on, suspended on the strength of gusting mountain winds. Below, far, far, below, the creature makes a massive lake look like a children’s bathtub.

β€œThe winds of change blow strong under our wings.”

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