I arose before dawn and came down to this lakeshore. All is quiet, dew hangs, small creatures make bold to investigate my presence.

Here in the quiet, I can be still.
In bright day, later will be chaos. Chores, conflict, tumult. Voices and crowds.
Can I be still then? Will I know if I am?
Let me bring this lakeshore with me through the day, Lord.
(Letter #2,617)
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