Location: Geneva, Switzerland

I saw a magical swan. A swan that shimmered and glowed. It wasn’t that the sun reflected off the water, or that its feathers were exceptionally bright. It was magic.

She glided across the surface of the sea without a sound or trace. The other birds parted in her presence and dipped their heads in respect. This was a swan to be remembered. She carried herself with pride and knew she deserved the respect she got. She knew what she was, and so did the others. She was the Shimmering Swan.

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