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| we paddled through reeds as we transitioned into isaac lake... perfect glass, eyes wide open, still and breathing crisp clean air. |
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| crystal clear waters reveal sunken, magical looking stumps. dead, but still so alive. |
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| stillness. |
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| the lake was still today. no rain, sun shiting intermittently, loons calling. i heard raven, too. and many squirrels chattering. rabbits, minnows, and those flighty birds hoping along the rocks. |
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| we sang john prine, joni mitchell, the dead. singing around the campfire is such a human thing. |
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