Over the pond we head for home. We glide— swish - bump! —right up onto shore, as a far-off loon calls good night. The sky turns from sunset to dusk to dark. Night settles over the pond—the prowling catfish and drowsy turtles, the scuttling crayfish and tadpoles-turned-frogs. Waiting herons and stalking raccoons
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