Sunday, June 3, 1973

A Foul Wind


We went to the lake today. We all took our tubes and our rafts and our books and our chairs, and we walked down that small dirt road to the lake. The lake was large and calm and blue. We all jumped in. It was cool and clear.

While I floated on the lake, I thought I saw a shadowy monster in the Trees. Monsters are only as real as you believe them to be, however. It disappeared as I cast, “You do not exist.”

There was a Foul Wind blowing.

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