By the canal after work, a heron stands as if remembering something. Bicycles whisper past; the water keeps breaking its own face and mending it. I think I might be learning patience from a bird, which is both consoling and slightly ridiculous.
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By the canal after work, a heron stands as if remembering something. Bicycles whisper past; the water keeps breaking its own face and mending it. I think I might be learning patience from a bird, which is both consoling and slightly ridiculous.