walked the trail again with the boys.
hawk cried above us, far away up in the sky.
mother duck and seven ducklings hugged the shore as they swam from us, the little ones swimming so tightly together that they made another duck.
A lark constellation hangs in the night sky, beating its wings as it lifts off the ground. Everything I love, this whole earth, is under the lark.
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