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neighborhood mallards
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strutting and prancing and quacking out back in the chin-high marsh grass among frog sounds on the pond other mallards glide lazily in their leader's wake while several fly over us delicately goading my husky dog stares keenly panting his tail wagging furiously hoping persistent patience invites the flock to swoop within reach for one generous nanosecond |
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Janet Cannon |
