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saw a mallard the other day. He mourned the death of his brother. It was murder by car. His brown mate comforted him with her wing. He sat under that guardrail for two more days. I
He
refused to
eat.
He
refiased to
swim.
Someone had sped by. Someone had hit a tiny bump. Just a moment of slowing down. Just a quick glance in the mirror.
"Must have been nothing important." Not a very long thought about life.
Kelly McFarland
