The Change
It was a twilight night, the sun not yet below the horizon, not yet risen but somewhere in between. She sat there, at the edge the dock, in this twilight, waiting for him to come up from the waters of the lake. He had brought her here, on their first date, to fish and harvest a meal from the lake and the forest. Mushrooms, berries, and herbs, to season and cook what the lake gives. And to go with it all, of course, Ma bottle of Merlot.
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