Lake Lewisia #1146

Lying in the hammock under a sky heaped with thunderheads, he listened to the creak of the ropes and the sigh of the wind and imagined himself shipboard on a vast sea. When he awakened from his nap, he found the hammock frame perched on a small island, surrounded by water in all directions, leaving only him and that sky unchanged. He might have worried, were it not for the white sails billowing out of the clouded horizon toward him.

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LL#1146