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July 8, 2014

When we arrived at the cottage, it was a chaos of children and unpacking.† One year, we arrived at night only to discover that a family of squirrels had made themselves at home over the winter, particularly in the mattresses. The house was such a mess that we repaired to our friendís house for the night, returning to deal with the rodent-caused disaster on the following day.† But every year after we arrived, I took advantage of the confusion to slip down to the lake unnoticed and touch it.† It was a magic talisman, telling me I had really arrived.