Notes
On my way to work I saw two wood ducks swimming off the side of the road in pool of litter and natural gas lines. The sun cut through the trees and if you focused on just the ducks it looked majestic. What a vision to have in my life time. There is redemption in writing about it but this noisy text might only get me in troubles, multiplying the made future of greene gardins in my hoood.
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