A cold front had swept across Singleton in the late afternoon. The wind was busy writing lines in the sky. It was enough just to appreciate the beauty of the weather. The sun was trying to break through the many layers of gravity lines in the sky.
Ice was still covering the west basin of the lake. The dark forest on that shore was reflecting in the calm waters of the lake but not on the rotten ice. That ice would soon be breaking up and gone.
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Ice was still covering the west basin of the lake. The dark forest on that shore was reflecting in the calm waters of the lake but not on the rotten ice. That ice would soon be breaking up and gone.
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