Indian Hills Lake
9.18.20 An unfamiliar lake down a familiar road I found myself with family feeding a fire with my brother-in-law while I chatted with my sister about parenthood, brotherhood. Later, alone, I listen to the leaves in the trees above my hammock and wonder about my last days here
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