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...And, now, six geese fly by, low over the treetops, leaving the lake at dusk in Daylight Saving Time, as if they said, too dark, too soon. And, as long as the geese are flying ensemble, talking among themselves, irate over the time change, then, the natural world is OK, and so am I.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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