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The old sage is on the dock again, wind ruffling his steel grey wispy feathers. He is nearly the size of an emperor penguin, what with those long blue heron legs. He surveys the canal, pausing to reflect on fish past and present.
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Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC
Heron Man
The old sage is on the dock again, wind ruffling his steel grey wispy feathers. He is nearly the size of an emperor penguin, what with those long blue heron legs. He surveys the canal, pausing to reflect on fish past and present.
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Seattle Washington.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC
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