Quiet


Early morning, the lake is sometimes still. The house smells of fresh coffee, and it's just me for a while.


Early morning, the lake is sometimes still. The house smells of fresh coffee, and it's just me for a while.

The old prison chapel in Liberty Village. My favorite buliding to see on my way to get groceries.
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