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there's a lake i know, in north ontario. it's lonely and secluded and there are two human settlements on the shores. the powerline cuts across the western tip and the clearcut follows it north. there's a cabin, on the shore. tarpaper sides and a red steel roof. smoke happily pouring out the chimney if someone is home. the smell of pine and mushrooms as you walk to the outhouse. a child, laughing, splashing in the water. lineage. the lake is filled with bass and pike, beavers and martins. a rocky outcrop in the middle of the lake possessed by seagulls, the closest island to the cabin owned by loons. a dog barking, a marshmallow aflame, fireworks set off unsafely, guns used responsibly. the sound of rain pinging on a steel roof. conversation of adults in the other room as you drift off to sleep. the seasons turn, ever changing, forever the same.
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i love it thank you!
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