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Ducks on a Foggy Morning
There is a soft silence that covers still waters in the early morning. If you've ever been by a slow-moving river before the sun is over the horizon, maybe you know what I mean. It reminds me a bit of the name of the wind, in that it folds one silence into another.
When driving across the southern part of Iceland towards Wik, I went through an area of several miles where there was a sudden fog. I felt like it might not last long, so I went on a quick hike over near a slow-flowing river. Some ducks were having a morning swim off towards the misty horizon.
- Trey Ratcliff
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