hte_child_with_the_white_idea_of_swans blueberries for you black is the absence of knowledge so i looked through the book at least three times with greta, fyn's four year-old. she was vividly curious of the duck with the question mark neck, her own questions taking us down to the yellow pond where leaves of this color collected and formed false islands. that's where we found them, by their very presence asking if she knew what they were. "these are swans," i said, and she looked across the flat water, smiling as if she knew all along. turning to each other we declared our wonder temporarily satisfied. 011109 what's it to you? who go blather from