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Apostle Islands 2005 / Good Ol' Gitchee GumeeEvery once in awhile when paddling on Superior you look up and see nothing but a vast expanse of water. That's not land on the horizon--this was taken between Sand and York islands and if Jenny and Steven headed left, they'd wind up in Canada. Or that's where their bodies would wash up least. Actually, they wouldn't--the lake, it is said, never gives up her dead, at least when the skies of November turn gloomy.* |
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* lyrics courtesy of Gordon Lightfoot