Sunday, November 29, 2009
The Lake House
The lake was in quiet a lather yesterday, with wild water and wind pushing against me like a hand. Lines of white foam undulated on the waves as they splashed on the shore. The last of the leaves clutched at branches and our lawn was swept clean. The setting sun finally quieted the storm and another day passed away.
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