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You have stepped into a very old, but somehow beautifull cottage on
Lake Muskoka.  The floors are warped, the ceiling not looking too
steady, yet you feel incredibly at peace here.  After travelling
through the 5 rooms that make up this small cottage, you come to the
sun room. To your right, you see our neighbour's cottage. To your
left is the forest. Most of which we own.  Looking straight ahead,
you see the back door.  Stepping out, you notice the ground is made
of many flat rocks, with a light coating a pine needles. You take a
big breath, and smell the intoxicating scents of nature.  As you
walk down the stone stairs, you notice that the beach seems rather
unkept. Shame, really. It could be a really nice beach.  You walk
along the path to the boathouse. A very old burgundy box. How could
it have lasted this long? You walk around to the front of the dock.
You look out, and are struck with the beauty of this lake. There are
a few cottages scattered around, and The Arc marina is off to the
left about 1K away.  You sit down in one of the tacky lawn chairs,
and relax. It's nice here.
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