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| Scenes from Bayfield |
the mountain by the lake is neither right nor
wrong
dusty tracks all end the world is far away
white clouds and gulls have no hidden plans"
– Han Shan
The great city docks jut out into the ice unshaken
Madeline ferry alone sits rocking gently in its slip
The peaking cap of a cathedral sits snug up on the hill
above as the ice plates bob in accidental unison
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