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  • Though overcast, it was dry and warm by the lake where I spread out a blanket and sat with my book and a bowl of blueberries to while away the day in tranquility. It's hard to relax sometimes, and let go of external pressures of What Must Be Done. But away from all things doable, in the wild secluded places there is not much else to do than just to let yourself be.

    The lakes are secluded behind brush for the wildlife, with only small areas where the humans can step down and view out and the heady smell of water and vegetation permeates, it's fresh but strangely earthy too. Grounding. The smell of childhood summers.

    Here alone in the green, I let go of blues, breathed rich air and bit down on sweet berries. I was elsewhere, doing something that was a lot like nothing but in some ways was everything.
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