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there are shallows of a lake.

everything is quiet and has grown.

 

 

 

 

 

 

there is a lake before our feet, looming the way things are large and you want to cross them, to find and to make and to
go. today our string is too long. tomorrow we sat until it snowed.

it doesn’t matter if it is too cold because really we would like to walk through it, this place and its lake, we
would like to find the way that crossing will make the other side change.

 

we are not sure if this changing is because we have crossed--because we have made a way and made it work.
work is so often short for burden and we would like this work to have happened while we crossed, but not
because.

 

things changed around we did this.