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A Cold Walk Home
By Billy | February 13, 2010
“Ducks!” I said.
They didn’t notice.
“Who are you?”
They must have heard. They just ignored me.
“Do you fall in love?”
They chattered to each other, as if deciding whether or not to answer.
“Ducks…” I whispered, “who are you?”
“Who am I?” I chortled. The air through my nostrils was cold and thin.
The stream carried my questions away with my answers.
The ducks remained as they were, became who they were being, and floated, too, down the stream into obscurity.
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