Into the Mist of the Unknown

A little dwelling
with a wood burning fireplace
on a still lake
surrounded by the sound of wind rustling through the trees.
and laughter,
bouts of it around the fire
after rounds of singing,
reverberating the unseen.
that preserved beauty,
missed in the haziness above the waters,
the reminders of every story yet to be told.

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