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I thought I saw a something like a glaze on the lake in the morning. Was the lake finally freezing? It was already mid December. But in the afternoon, these broken pieces of ice were bobbing in the water and being pushed by the wind toward the western shore. They jostled against one another, creating a soft tinkling sound.
December
11, 2001, at 4:25 p.m.
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