Sometimes there is no place I'd rather be than on the shore of Lake Tahoe.
The path to it was lined with still beautiful wildflowers... a last grasp at Summer.
"The morning had dawned clear and cold,
with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer."
— George R.R. Martin

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