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in the muddy creek
one goose undaunted - floats on
the other - looks on 🦊❤️
Life is like Pigeon Creek in my hometown. Sometimes it is slow and lazy, cold and icy, low and thirsty, raging and rushing or flooded and muddy. I even remember it being poisoned by a train derailment when soybean oil was spilled into it. But mostly it is just right and flows just fine. The undaunted goose isn’t deterred by the creek’s current state, it plunges right in. The poor bystander goose looks on, wishing it could and would. 🦊❤️