NW2009 (002) - Jane loved the lake
Jane also loved the house because of the lake. Half a mile behind the house, approachable by a small unpaved path, was a man-made body of water. Brush and branch hid the half-mile expanse of freshwater from the air, and thus it was one of those rare lakes that only appear in stories - clean, crisp, with just a hint of bacteria. In fact, the lake was originally built to create a seasonal breeze on the north side of the house, and was fed by several artesian wells, a special breed of bacteria designed for the lake itself, and about three miles of algae that had been placed and lovingly grown on the bottom of the lake.
Jane loved to swim in the lake - it seemed to store heat more effectively than the house and so was always just the right temperature for both diving as well as general frivolity. She had even dreamed of owning the house solely for the purpose of sharing this lake with her future companion - whomever he might be - and hoped he would love the beautiful water hole and crisp are as much as she. Days would go by when she would reach her fill of studying and would spend hours, sometimes late into the night, swimming, feeling the fins of small fish run along her legs as the various construction techniques and theories swam in front of her mind's eye. As a source of exercise, the lake was breathtakingly limitless, but as a daily catharsis, it was perfect.
Marcy hated the lake. Marcy's room, on the north side of the house, offered the best view of the lake. It also gave her the best opportunity to appreciate the effect the lake had on the whole property as well as understand what types of winds caused what types of sounds in the house. In studying linguistics she had discovered a set of audible patterns, normally only found in deep-sea fish, which were being generated by the flora around the lake. Each day that her studies gave her the opportunity to notice the lake and its environs, it became clear that the lake was growing, and with it, a shrinking collection of rare plant life. She hated how the lake was slowly killing off the only other known source for these linguistic discoveries. Mostly she hated knowing she had no control over the growth or decay of the body of water.
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Jane loved to swim in the lake - it seemed to store heat more effectively than the house and so was always just the right temperature for both diving as well as general frivolity. She had even dreamed of owning the house solely for the purpose of sharing this lake with her future companion - whomever he might be - and hoped he would love the beautiful water hole and crisp are as much as she. Days would go by when she would reach her fill of studying and would spend hours, sometimes late into the night, swimming, feeling the fins of small fish run along her legs as the various construction techniques and theories swam in front of her mind's eye. As a source of exercise, the lake was breathtakingly limitless, but as a daily catharsis, it was perfect.
Marcy hated the lake. Marcy's room, on the north side of the house, offered the best view of the lake. It also gave her the best opportunity to appreciate the effect the lake had on the whole property as well as understand what types of winds caused what types of sounds in the house. In studying linguistics she had discovered a set of audible patterns, normally only found in deep-sea fish, which were being generated by the flora around the lake. Each day that her studies gave her the opportunity to notice the lake and its environs, it became clear that the lake was growing, and with it, a shrinking collection of rare plant life. She hated how the lake was slowly killing off the only other known source for these linguistic discoveries. Mostly she hated knowing she had no control over the growth or decay of the body of water.
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