their wings touching the water, a flock of ducks skimmed low over the rivers surface in a tight formation and at such an angle that from a distance their dark forms blended together to first create the impression of a pack of dogs racing across the surface of the water.
but as the formation relaxed, their wings opened to climb and take flight.
that they were fowl and not divine canine running on water became quite apparent.
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