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a real life by David Fishkind |
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It’s one o’clock. There are ducks everywhere. At “Make Way for Ducklings” I relive my childhood. I am two years old again. My mother and father are three times my size. We all laugh. I sit on the bronze ducks and I laugh and Leah laughs. Then I’m 5’11” and it’s one o’clock and I’m laughing. We go across the bridge harmonizing and clapping.
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