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anne-girl
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my powers of description can't compare to those of some of you beautiful people
but i have to try
and work on being not cliched or pretentious
or overly self-deprecating
so this morning at maybe one thirty i trekked down to the lake
and the lake at night is a glorious place, picture
a gazebo with lights on the roof
a shoreline on the other side with intermittently blinking red and green lights
yellow streetlights along the path, near the lake, shining into the water
a dock, lit by bright white light
and a couple, cuddling on a bench in the darkness
so i meander my way onto the dock, which moves just slightly... and there's an airplane coming in overhead, and the lights reflect off the water, and it's gorgeous
then it roars overhead and the water's dark again
so i lie down on the dark and stare at the stars, trying to find the big dipper
but i don't
and the water's grey, and dark, and still, i can see my shadows (two of them) on the water
there's this soft breeze at my back
and on the small sandy part which is almost like a beach (because the rest of the shore is large concrete rocks, excellent for sitting)
i can see my shadow which is surrounded by this gorgeous shade of orange... the rocks are like this too
the water ripples at my feet
and there are pine trees there, , so i lie under them and look at the stars some more
i can see three flags, of my country, province, and city, waving overhead
and i felt like i could do anything i wanted
and that if i died right then, i would be happy
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