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Thanksgiving Memories
Nov. 28th, 2006 12:01 pmThree floors up and from my parents balcony I watch the Swan Boats sail over the still waters crackling silver from an early afternoon sun. They are piloted by families, couples and friends across the cup of lake below. I smile as they navigate around the fountain that sits just off center of the lake or drift carefully through flocks of insolent ducks like a submarine crawling through a mine field. It's a little odd these anachronisms from a Edwardian picnic, these refugees from a theme park seeking sanctuary in an Impressionistic landscape. It's almost as if the menagerie of a carousel had come to life late one night and escaped from the loop of the merry-go-round. Where the horses trampled down the gates of the carnival and rode off to freedom, the Swan carriages took flight and after many long days and nights of searching, decided to take nest in Manet's Luncheon on the Grass. But then again this is Orlando, Florida and one must expect to see rides somewhere.
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