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It Worked, Grandma, It Worked
My grandparents had a cabin next to a small lake where we'd go swimming and canoeing. One spring when I was a young boy, Grandma believed wood ducks were nesting in the box out front and thought she saw one of the parents fly up to the nest. She called me over to the table in front of the large picture window and we waited to see if it would come back out again.
We waited. And waited. And waited. The duck never showed, but her love for them did, as did her desire to pass on that love to me. |
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Green and Yellow
I was a little crestfallen when I downloaded this picture to my computer and saw the beautiful picture marred by the out-of-focus white feather floating in the water. I could edit it out of course, and I might yet add an additional version like that, but on the other hand maybe not everything needs to be perfect.
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