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The moonshine falling
over the dancing ripples
of water, sparkling

like a fairy queen
flitting about gracefully.
The loons calling out

in mournful loneness.
The fir trees looming
tall over the deep brown earth,

hovering parents-
parents sheltering their child.
Canoes sliding through

water, leaving rays
and ribbons behind them.
Paddles slipping through

the calm water’s glass.
The Boundary Waters call
adventurous hearts.



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