Riffles and Runs
A day in Greater Cleveland.
The little girl turned her head away from the minnow in the tank to look back at me. My son watched the fish as it fluttered and darted in the water. I thought I saw a faint smile on her face but there was nothing there except for a distant sadness that seemed out of place in the countenance of a girl of four …
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