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Thirteenth Lake, Adirondacks, NY. Threatening the starkness of early spring were blue skies, spots of green, and a strengthening sun. I stop at the end of Thirteenth Lake before heading to Peaked Mountain and watch the reflection of birch trees and couds on the glassy water. There is a deep stillness in the lake at this early hour, a calm I wish I felt in me. I stare at the water waiting for the circle of a rising fish, and become lost in thought I'd rather leave here on this shore. I pack up my gear and head down the trail. There is always so much to carry.
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