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Oswego, Ny

OSWEGO, NEW YORK The summer sun was setting and the urban landscape where the river flowed north into the last Great Lake settled into quiet, the working class burghers and their beautiful families finally relieved of endeavor and stress The northwest breezes caressing the waters turned reflected street lights into shimmering diamonds that made the city seem rich under a golden blue, orange blue, cobalt blue sky, then black sky and quiet, a hint of prayer and promise and a community finally at rest, the kind of Saturday night that a Sunday morning deserves Oswego: from the Onondaga deyoshweege “splitting waters”, “pouring out place” – where the Oswego River meets Lake Ontario .

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