He stopped when we reached the river bank, and letting go of my hand, parted the reeds so very carefully. I saw it, then, white and slender, a bird made of light. It walked in the water on its long, slim legs, perfectly balanced, as if dancing to a music it could only hear.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.
From Requiem for a King by Carmen Ferreiro-Esteban
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