A swan song
Mar 05, 2018
2 minutes
BY KAY LEFEVRE
I first cared about the existence of swans after reading E.B. White’s . Louis, the little cygnet, tore my heart out when he couldn’t call to his beloved Serena, so he used a trumpet. Mute swans are in reality not
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