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Meet me by the water’s edge

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The 520 was letting boats through as I headed west after a very long day of work, which meant stopping and waiting, but I didn’t mind. Honestly, there are worse places to be at dusk on an August night then the middle of a lake, with the cool air filling up the space around you and the water lapping a few feet away, and nowhere to do and nothing to be.

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