and I'd thought I was awkward-looking as a teenager!
Skimmers give no hint of their grace on the wing as they pass the hours between tides on a late October beach in NJ.
They're somewhere far south now, somewhere far warmer than here.
Yet I can see the loveliness, come summer, as improbable as the bird itself, and as improbable as any lanky teenager, staring at herself in the mirror, waiting and willing her own summer come.
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