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after 'all. They simply sat mirrored in 

 the motionless water for another half- 

 hour by the town clock, looking adoration 

 into one another's eyes, then snuggled 

 close and swam in among the button- 

 bushes as if with one foot. That was 

 all. It was a veritable quaker-meeting 

 love-making; but just the same I shall 

 look for the nest among the button-bush 

 mangroves in another month, and I do 

 hope that pukwudgies will not have mixed 

 the wood roads and hidden the pond so 

 well that I cannot find it. 



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