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Leaves dropped and dried
on the ground. Rapids stopped in the river. Clouds gathered, hovering above a
harvested corn field as if they were there to stay. Still, it's
hard to believe they were concrete. In Pinckney, waves of tides
rose from Silver Lake swelling up onto the sandy beach. For a second, the sun
broke through clouds, casting radiant light over the curvy lakeshore and the
tall oak on the water edge. I reached to grab my camera, but too slow to fix
a moment's dream real. |
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