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lake house. It is five am. The moon has receeded, but the clouds are fighting with the sun sot ath its luster might ne'r shine through. There is still the need of lamp light although such has no connection. As though alone in the world with the bluest of all blue skies hovering, I take now this covering and head back to my entrenched dreams of my summer's midnight.