Shenipsit Lake. An afternoon with my younger son, a…

An afternoon with my younger son, a gift. He had to show me this place. Memories of his older brother. Now gone from this earthly home for 4 years Memories linger. Water gently tickling the dirty sand. Bird songs cheerily warbled aloft. No words spoken, only a community of nature. Serenity. Ghosts of other times remained evident, palpable.

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