The lake lost in the rain which lost in the lake. The repeated words, the image evoked of no boundaries between sky and earth and i am cast back the Laurentian childhood summers watching curtains of rain coming across the lake eating up blue sky. Exciting and inspiring to my childhood self, these brief, occasional storms involve 6 senses: sight, smell, sound, taste, touch and, most importantly, awe. But i am also lonely…
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