The Loneliness of a Wild Lake
How Lovely the Loneliness of a Wild Lake It was afternoon, unusually warm for October, and the breeze off Lake Erie carried the familiar mix of freshness and quiet strength. The kind of breeze that tousles your hair and smells faintly of sand, fish, and driftwood. I stood on a rocky stretch of an empty […]
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