The cabin has long been closed and the boats and skiiers migrated southwards for another winter, but mid-October is the finest season of all; the smoky haze in the air, the music of migrating geese on the wind, the sharp bite of frost in the morning yet a mellow warmth in the afternoon, this lonely cabin longs to share its secrets to those that are no longer there.
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Cristina Andrisan 29 Jan 2009
A sweet melody fills the air...An inner beauty of the place is living here,atractting me...