23 lines
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23 lines
1.3 KiB
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title: the shack by the lake
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date: 2024-11-22 18:34:22 -5000
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It was a run-down shack, one built seemingly for nobody.
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The shack overlooked the lake, but was tucked away so far that only those who knew it existed could hope to spot it.
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In the distance, past the horizon, you could almost make out the towering skyscrapers of the nearby city, so close and so far away.
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Sounds from the city never quite reached this far out, so all you could hear were the chirping of insects and water.
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Sure, the shack may have gotten hot during the summer, or ice-bitingly cold in the winter,
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But it was homely.
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It had all the essentials for a peaceful life: A small, electric heater, barely able to stave away the cold unless you were inches from its base, a little rickety chair, a handheld solar radio, and a little window.
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I like coming down here sometimes, just to escape the city.
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Takes forever getting there, and it's a long quiet road.
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One of those roads that most have forgotten about, the dirty, dusty kind more commonly seen out by the countryside.
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But it's home.
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Of course, life always calls you back, no matter how hard you try to cut it off.
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Jobs, food, all that.
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But this little shack seems to exist outside of all of it.
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Of time itself.
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Just me, the music of the radio, and the solid wood base.
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It's home.
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