The Ponds of Boston Some pitted by rain like spotted mirrors, others green and smoky as Venetian glass, choked with weeds and hidden in the woods; some shallow as the palm of a hand, and clear to the bottom, bright with koi; still others dark and turbid, stirred from underneath; some salty to [...]
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