The Cradle of the Housatonic River When the ducks submerge their heads, Their feathers rippling as their bodies move deeper into the water, Scanning the silent, submerged world underneath for sustenance, Could they still recognize you? Or, when they see your reflection, are you all strangers to each other now? You had undergone a name change since they returned to you; There were people who just suddenly appeared, A group of them, standing around, their brows furrowed, Trying to create […]
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