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taken: day ninety four 09.21.12 |
At Lake Mille Lacs, on the last day of summer, in the final hours, a blustery ending brewed.
Dark, thick clouds hid what would have been summer's last sunset.
The winds whipped, the waves swelled toward shore.
Before long the rain began to gush from the sky.
Summer's last storm, washing away the brightness of summer, brought with it the rich and crisp days of autumn.
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