Sunrise on Beaver Lake
Call of the Loon, A pair gliding on the water through the mist. A solitary one pleading for a mate. Lonely? Forlorn?
Call of the Loon,
A pair gliding on the water through the mist.
A solitary one pleading for a mate.
Lonely? Forlorn?
Sun peeking above the treetops,
Through the clouds, becoming a shining mandala
lighting …
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