Before my brother met us Dylan and I parked at the end of his street and walked down to the lake. The wind was up and the waves were wild, crashing in long cross-hatched swells of froth, sky overhead wreathed with thin patches of cloud and going a gloomy periwinkle. The moon was only a half but hung so low and bright, fuzzed out with twilight and the pl…
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