The race we race each day has left tire tracks upon myself. Time to get away and seek refuge along the shore of Lake Superior. Though the leaves long ago were swept from the trees, the skeletons left in the wake shimmered against the deep blue and cloudless sky. What burdens were carried here, quickly dissolved into the sea, and melted beneath the early sun.
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Can we go back now?
Lutsen is calling.