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The mist slowly rises from water, like a blue ghost in shapeless form. The morning moon is seen through the fog by nude nymphs splashing playfully in the sparkling pool. A loud car radio blaring through Its windows signals the sign of civilization, breaking a strange quiet.
 
The day grows older, minute by minute, and soon the sun is over the horizon. The girlish giggles echo, but then are covered over the passing of planes and cars honking, stuck in asphalt lanes. Blue turns into white as the day brings the light and the mist disappears. A landscape photographer arrives because the lake is pretty when no one is there.
 
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