I followed a trail of small stones through January, and I have run out of stones. Today, I only had time to gather breadcrumbs. And at the end of the trail of breadcrumbs, I found these two fine creatures, swimming on the river near my home.
(By the time I stopped the car and got out my camera, they had come up on the bank. Probably hoping to be fed).
So, no carefully polished words today. Perhaps the geese gobbled the breadcrumbs up?
For A River of Stones
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