The Lake

You are standing at the shore of a lake surrounded mostly by woods. Wind whips across the surface, breaking up the reflection of the nearby ridge. Several small fish are lazing in the water near your feet. They dart a bit each time you move, but quickly return to their preferred state of doing nothing. A bit off to your right, the water flows over a beaver dam. Just to your left sits a canoe, pulled halfway onto the shore. The meadow behind you leads up to the familiar gravel road, and from here you can see the windowed wall of the house beyond it.

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