only yesterday, when I rescued a northern shoveler from crows on the beach, his broken wing squished against the crockery of my ribs, only after setting him down at the edge Of a canal, where he sank in to the long patient task of dying, that I realized what I'd wanted most was to be held by someone determined to save me
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Date: 2019-01-01 06:14 am (UTC)only yesterday, when I rescued a northern shoveler
from crows on the beach, his broken wing
squished against the crockery of my ribs,
only after setting him down at the edge
Of a canal, where he sank in to the long patient
task of dying, that I realized what I'd wanted
most was to be held by someone determined
to save me