Once a year, my family retreats to a little cottage just a few miles from New Buffalo, in a town called Union Pier. We’re so close to the lake it’s just a hop, skip, and a dive. I like going down in the mornings when the world is still quiet. The sound of the waves crashing down on the sand is like music. I sift through the rocks and pebbles to find treasure, frosted, colorful, seaglass. I float in the lake, let the water cradle me, lull me like a child who needs comforting. Once a year, I am reborn.
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Once a year, my family retreats to a little cottage just a few miles from New Buffalo, in a town called Union Pier. We’re so close to the lake it’s just a hop, skip, and a dive. I like going down in the mornings when the world is still quiet. The sound of the waves…
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