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Monday, April 7, 2014

the bevy













This pond in Reykjavik was one of my happiest discoveries. I turned the corner and saw tens of swans, and a little boy petting them. I saw my first proverbially ugly duckling, so scrubby--its neck so wobbly it looked broken.

Those ducks with glowing pink feet!

Those bottlegreen mallards!

Those seagulls and pigeons!

Those curious little black and white birds overseeing it all.

And swans.

Such a community.

Wings everywhere. Flight beginning at my feet as I inched down the ramp, splashed by landings. Curious creatures waddling right up to me. Honking and calling. What kind of mad, innocent, cheerful interactions do I have to compare to this? None.

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