Pale Lakes

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"Beneath the waters, since I was a boy,
I have dreamt of strange and dark treasures,
Not of gold, or strange stories, but the true
Gift, beneath the pale lakes of Minnesota."

-- Robert Bly
From "After Drinking All Night"

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