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Think what it means to be a swan: to glide like a dream on the smooth surface of the lake, and never go to the shore. On dry land, where ordinary people walk, the swan is awkward, even ridiculous. When she waddles up the bank she painfully resembles a different kind of bird: A goose.
And there she must stay, out on the lake: silent, white, majestic. Be a bird, but never fly. Cool indifference to the staring crowds along the bank.Share This: