The lake looks like Nantucket. If I were Herman Melville I would sit on my windowsill and write a chapter about corn chowder with my fountain pen. Everything is especially gloomy today and there's a white whale somewhere out there bobbing in the surf next to my uncertainty. I need a harpoon or a time machine. I need a plane ride. I need a sunburn. I need a raincoat. I wish rain ever fell softly anymore. It's always so violent.
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