when my husband and i met, i was a black and white person, and he was a gray person. i was an engineer, he was a language major. i knew there was a right answer, he suspected there were many answers. i could balance a checkbook, he could balance angels on the head of a pin. black and white. and gray. there were times when it looked like it might be a very strange and lumpen joining of two lives. but we blended into each other enough that it looks a little bit like this feather now. different and the same all wrapped up into one. almost as if it was meant to be.

mallard feather

turtle lake, saint paul, minnesota

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