Lake days are my favorite days of all--they are summer at it's most pure. They are made for cherry juice dripping down your chin and water-logged prune toes. They're the one time of year where it is okay to do just about everything in your bathing suit and accomplish nothing in a day but read 100 pages in your book. There's nothing like them and now that I have been back from our family home in Michigan for two weeks, my heart is aching to be back there, for I never want those days of summer to end.
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