Bits of twig and uprooted willows tangle in hollow bank-side shadows haunted by a mist of winter gnats. Hoar frost sparkles on the slats of rowing boats and canoes, abandoned like a giant’s shoes, the kind you find at the side of a road, dumped without its pair. Bubbles implode in the eddy of a […]
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