As moonlight's silver shimmer dissipates away, the moaning moon moves on towards tomorrow evening. Overcome sunshine, scrambling up the silent skyline of an Arcadian town just west of St. Paul. Only an hour long drive away from St. Paul, on highway seven and just off of highway three. Silver Lake, Minnesota arouses to sounds of smooth murmuring loons and warm whispering winds passively panting past paludal panorama. Green rolling grasses grow continually and the animals hold no animosity towards life. The large lake's lagoon lavishes life, as valleys vibrate vitality and huge houses surround and dominate their own individual domains. The sleeping sun, somberly sinks the night skyline only to bring a night of screeching tranquility. Chirping of night, with silver shadows from the moon crystallize trees and turn lakes into mirrors. I now suddenly awake to screaming silence of a world being destroyed by what man believes is contributions to advance society. When it really appears to be taking off to be a parasite on this once beautiful land.
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