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Bev Doolittle’s camouflage art is phenomenal O snowy head of rock with crevices, the shock of feathery heads, the hosts of many a flight that’s been traversed o’er crags. Boast of a full-mounted headdress plucked from eagle’s flesh, on the crown of a Native American. Feathers ride high and mighty, many are they - the proof and sail of Western winds and dusty trails bestowed to the rugged chief. The silent scream of eagles fly. Chief’s brown and snowy pinto, proud. The rider and his horse nestled in the north face nest. 3/30/2022
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