Today I had my ducks in a row, and I was going to approach them, and ask them what to do next, because Lord knows I could use the advice. The ground was rife with skunk-cabbage blooms, which is just to say that it was a time and place of humble creatures, the duck (I believe) being among them. I was on duck-terrain, in duck-alignment (or so I thought), when they all seemed to disappear north in a sudden gust. And there I was, surrounded by skunk-cabbage, up a creek.
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