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12 июня 2018 г., 06:18
The shoreline was crowded... «A House at the Bottom of a Lake»
The shoreline was crowded with tall pines that rose from dark green shrubs.
The water was murky, as if the mud from the lake floor had come up to see who had cleared the tunnel.
"I can`t believe my uncle never told me about this," James said.
But Amelia thought she understood. Given the grandeur and beauty of the first two lakes, there was no reason to ever visit the third one. It was an afterthought. The clogged gutter of an otherwise beautiful home.
And there was a smell to it, too. Not quite garbage, but like personal belongings no longer needed. Amelia had smelled something like it at estate sales with her mom and dad.
