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“There was fog on the lake. Light fingers of it tore like cotton in the breeze and muffled the sound of the boat’s motor. In the east the sky was struggling to light, and the silver sun glanced off the mist, hinting at rainbows.”

Sigh…Nora Roberts writes pure poetry!

So far this is reading like one of those cheesy short drama movies on facebook and I’m absolutely obsessed with it!