the Lake.

 It's in the lines of the shore as they meet water, now turned to ice. The way water echos as it laps against its shell.
 It's in the dark pines that line the perimeter. The rush of the wind weaves through them.
 It's in the way the sky opens up, into a vast expanse.
 It's in the way the sun reflects and glows in the distant West as it ends its journey across the sky.
 It's in the views that take my breath away.
It's in the lake.

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