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The lake was beautiful. Not enclosed by hills. But by buildings. New and old. In the heart of the city. And away from the casual eye. The breeze was moody. It blew dust into my eye.

But there was something in the atmosphere. Something happy. The kind of happiness that comes with leisure, perhaps.

Had the weather been clearer, I would have got some really interesting shots. Even the sunset took place behind the clouds. A grey sunset.