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and then our exile

Wednesday, October 12, 2005 at 11:27 p.m.

chest-high stalks of long golden grasses, with clumps of dark red willow and dogwood. further in, where the ground grows wetter, a small birch forest, before a steep hill and piles of fallen leaves. the spruce forest surrounding the lake is its own universe – so few know it is there, groundcover of inches-deep moss, labrador tea, and shining spruce needles.

and then our exile

Wednesday, October 12, 2005 at 11:27 p.m.

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