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Looking out over the water.
The sunset, orange paint strokes against the sky.
The clouds lay low, you can almost touch them.
Climb on and sail away.
The water like glass, a perfect reflection of the sunset in the lake.
Romance,
Wonder,
Magnificence.
and Awe.
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