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Nowan stopped when we reached the river bank and, letting go of my hand, parted the reeds so very carefully. I saw it, then, white and slender, a bird made of light. It walked in the water on its long, slim legs, perfectly balanced, as if dancing to a music it could only hear. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered. From Requiem for a King by Carmen Ferreiro-Esteban

2018-10-30T09:56:40-04:00November 6th, 2010|2 Comments
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