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The sad news passed through our community. The Forge River was dying. I walked along the road
watching beings that lived with the river gasping for breath, washing up on the shore. Wiping the tears from my eyes from the sadness
of it all.
Some of the waterfowl sick. We gathered the domestic ducks that I and my husband befriended, picked them up, took them home.
One duck named "Ducky", a celebrity who was a part of the process in gaining recognition for the Forge River to be helped and protected
and his mate "Short Beak" still live with us. They have become accustomed to fresh clean water, good food, love, care and our dogs, who pretend there are no ducks in our backyard. Which is fine by Ducky:)
I had not gone back to the river for awhile. It was too sad. The good news is that people came together to do something about it.
I've since seen a return of Herons, different types too and fish. Only when the fairies returned did I know in my heart that things would eventually
heal. People do not realize how much a great effort of positive can effect so very many lives and the lives for the future.
Our planet is a part of our heritage and every living thing on this planet is a part of that too.
I was drawn to the river again one evening
where the moon beautifully filled the sky.
Perhaps it is a time for healing now and that is a joyous occasion where magic
dances by moonlight filling our hearts with wonder.
by Liza Lambertini
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