The Wordless Place
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Fish, a Dog, and a Fish in the Sun
In late april, we learned of one of the few nature preserves still recklessly open. And we recklessly plunged in. One morning he called an ant, a dog. His chest began to puff just a little bit. I did not yet sense the threat. As for birds, the robin on our porch, the cardinal on the bush, the pigeons flying with a new elegance across the quieted sky, all duck. Everything else was fish. It was aristotle's same scientific classification of animals, land, sea or air, with different labels on the jars. That very day came wawa for the small creek at the end of the hike, and later for rain and
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