The ripples of the water are soaked
into the very wrinkles of my brain.
Sitting there staring out at Moose Lake,
the world simultaneously felt oh so small
and unfathomably large.
And where did I fit in?
Just a speck in this space,
in this time.
Beneath the stars of Northern Minnesota
I realized then and there,
that if I achieved it all
or none of it,
the outcome would be the same.

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