At the turn of the century when our family was still young we would spend our summer and autumns on the lake. Mother and I watching the children in the boats was one of our great pleasures, like living a Seurat painting. Now that the children are gone we can only, at best, sit and watch the lake for a ripple. A reminder of who we were, what we had, and what is now gone. The lake holds our secrets, like someone would hold a bowl.
I think I could be Garrison when I grow up.
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