Be Still

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Be Still

Be Still

  The morning mist hung low over the almost still water. The only movements on the glossy, grey surface were the soft ripples from the fish as they became more active. Images of the homes on the opposite banks peered through the thinning fog and the rising sun had just  started to spread its orangy glow across the horizon in majestic splendor. It was a brand new day and the loons made their presence known as they wailed at each other across the water. The air had a chill and I was glad for the light sweater I grabbed on


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