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WAWENOCK
CALLS. . .
the eerie laugh of the loon in the early dawn. . . reveille. . .
laughter and song. . . Sebago lying still and blue as the sky it
reflects. . .the rhythmic dip of paddles. . . the wind in your hair as
you ride your favorite horse. . .the sharp ping of tennis balls. . . curving sails of the Flying
Juniors as you race down the notch. . . Wawenock Spirit. . .leisurely
Sunday breakfasts in pajamas. . . the music of wind in the pines. . .a
flaming sun dropping into a lake of fire. . . a million stars so close
overhead. . . the whispered good night of a friend. . . taps. . .
peace. . .contentment. |
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