The Right Whale

by Laura Parker Roerden I’ve heard tales of how they once came close to Cape Cod by the hundreds, a thick layer of blubber enough to insulate for cold, yet insufficient against spears. When dead, they bobbed on the surface like a cork. Or started to decompose as gases expanded flesh like a bloated Macy’s ThanksgivingContinue reading “The Right Whale”

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