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17.9.03

there is a lake and in the morning in spring water rises off like dancers lifting their souls, and in the afternoon it is warm, and at night it mirrors the stars. there are children that live across the lake and they play. there is a dog that lives across the lake, and there is a dog that lives to one side, and there is a dog that lives to the other side. there is a lake and the lake is surrounded by hills, tall, green, bird-loving hills with deer and chipmunks and moss. there is a kind of salamander that lives in the lake. there is a lake and it has a muddy floor that moves through toes and covers them. there is a family of bullfrogs that sings a fine chorus in the evening. there is a lake and lightning hits it and cracks the sky, and the sky falls down and fills the lake. there is rain, and cloud, and sunrise and sunset. there is a lake with fish, great green fish that grant wishes when they are caught and contemplation when they are eaten. there are seasons upon the lake, and in fall the leaves blur the edge, and in winter the ice seals the edge, and in spring the waterlilies grow.

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