Spellbinding. There were three. One, lighter, sprawled on the rocks. This one snortled around and then got out, most ungainly, and then preened and cleaned up on the river bank.
The grower’s market had delivered a crowd to Riverside Park, 3 to 10 of them caught sight of the star and hurried to take photos.
Perfectly placid, it was magical.
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