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the lake of broken dreams

I joined the rowing boat in the middle of the dry lake when a dust storm came whirling around screaming nasty words and the shoreline disappeared. The captain came down from the bridge wanted his lunch but he had to wait till the wind stopped which it did in the afternoon. I walked ashore, at the cafe the knew about the order the captain had sent a text message. I eat the food here, I said no point wrapping it up- Driving home helicopters were using my lake as a training ground no, there would not be an inland waterway here no matter how much it rains the lake will only be a soggy hole but how to explain this to the captain.

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