One year in May, I spent time in Lake Tahoe, California. Each morning I would get up very early to see what I could see. The water would be very still and beautiful. You could tell that it wasn't quite the summer season, so many of the boats and such hadn't been maintained in a while. The yellow canoe along the fence was begging to be photographed.
All things appear and disappear because of the concurrence of causes and conditions. Nothing ever exists entirely alone; everything is in relation to everything else.
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