There is a lake near St. Vincent College that houses many water fowl. Various ducks, geese and a single swan. There used to be two swans, but the girl died. The male swan, I affectionately call Fernando, has never left the lake. It's like he is waiting for his mate to return. He spends his days swimming around, almost forlornly. He and I have formed a bond and he actually eats from my hand and maybe it is me projecting my feelings, but he always looks sad. Lonely, perhaps.
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