On a mountain lake far to the north, just as darkness falls, you will hear the hauntingly beautiful cry of the loon. They call to each other as the moon rises over the still blue water. First one and then another and another until the warm night air is full of their cries.
Val Arie 2014
July 17th, 2014
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