‘Lake pt.2’

Under the flower moon, he sat and had a chat with himself. As he listened to the crickets sing their tune, the call of the loons echoed off the darkened mountains in the distance. Alone, on an island rock…body covered in leftover dirt and sunblock. Surrounded by water, he saw the lake as a giant mirror, reflecting truth. Brutally honest—showing him his every flaw and mistake. Barefooted and bug bitten, he dipped his toe in the water just to see. To his surprise, he realized that the lake still accepted him, therefore so should he. Equally pure and equally sure of what they are to be.

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