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"As above, so below" came to mind when staring across the rippled waters of the lake that mirrored the bluish-gray bluster nature had decided would be the sky for the day. Rain was coming, and much worse but no one knew that yet. 
     Somewhere Gordon Lightfoot sang about Sundown on a distant  car stereo and this town was in for a different kind of darkness once the sun went down. No living soul had a clue what was beneath the lake's surface, waiting... "As above, so below" came to mind when staring across the rippled waters of the lake that mirrored the bluish-gray bluster nature had decided would be the sky for the day. Rain was coming, and much worse but no one knew that yet. Somewhere Gordon Lightfoot sang about Sundown on a distant car stereo and this town was in for a different kind of darkness once the sun went down. No living soul had a clue what was beneath the lake's surface, waiting...
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