Or was it meant for this lovely swan who arrived again this year on Christmas morning, but this time it was alone. Tom heard it beckon him closer to the river with a soft honk and it appeared to be looking directly at him. As he approached it came closer. He tossed some stale bread but the swan swam past it toward him seemingly only wanting company. Tom was able to get within 10 feet of it at the
Goodnight from Silverfish, and may we all dream of art and our "one wild and precious life." Thank you Mary Oliver for your beautiful poems.
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