The most beautiful thing

A young woman and her nephew were gazing at the vibrant colors of a northern Michigan sunset. The sun was setting over a crystal wilderness lake bordered by the deep green of pine and hemlock against scarlet maple and golden poplars.

The hikers stopped to rest on the white sand shore. Silently they breathed in the beauty of it all. After a while the aunt whispered, "Did ever you see anything so beautiful in all this world!"

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November 6, 1978
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