The snow white geese flew overhead in a huge cloud, kept low by the gray heavy sky. There were hundreds of them. Calling like gulls after a fishing boat. The large group circled around a field of water dropping lower and lower. Spiraling down and dropping, one by one as they laid their bodies in rows into the watery fields, like a frothing airy white sheet settling onto a bed, and there they restlessy rested.
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