novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- dusk and we walked there is a lot to be said for lakes and the things that they entail. jogging paths and bike trails. geese and swing sets. what looks like a greek ruin unscathed. fountains, dirty beaches, ducks, piles of day old bread, benches, strings of lights that outline the shore. and paddleboats. it was dusk and we walked along the lake, the whole of it, my thighs aching from the child-sized swings. you ran up grassy hills and tap-danced in outdoor stages. you dared me to dare you to jump in the water or to break into fairyland. 7:42 pm - 03.01.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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