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Although it was my first visit to this part of the country, I couldn't help but feel drawn to the banks of the lake. It was the way the weeping willows framed a certain view across to the far bank, the way the light fell on the waters, the scent of the earth, trees and undergrowth. I found myself moving ever closer to the edge, drawn by the strange familiarity of the scene. It was as if I was being transported back to a place and time that was familiar, yet I could not possibly have visited. Within moments, I was seeing that same scene through someone else's eyes. I was experiencing someone else's thoughts. That's when I glimpsed my reflection in the surface or rather that's when I glimpsed the reflection of a stranger exactly where I had been standing.
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