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the crane croons his head to
the left and
then to the right
looking, staring down at his prey
back and
forth it moves
but he waits
and waits
and waits
for the perfect time for him to
strike
The little girls wades into the pond
the seaweed tangles between her toes
closing her eyes she feels
the sand beneath her
the water rushing around her ankles
the crisp air as it rushes through her hair
simplicity...