Baker Lake was blissful, the sun was warm, the breeze gentle yet strong. And in a place such as this one wonders, looking at the forgotten tree stumps, the remnants of fires, just what is the meaning of life?
A little frog jumped up on a rock beside the water, and I hope that is a sign of good luck. I wondered if he questioned why he was here. And so I make my point that sometimes maybe life has no meaning/purpose but just existing as the little frog sitting just on the edge of where the water lapped upon him.
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I'm thinking the purpose of your life is to blog the most heavenly place to live on earth! What a beautiful chunk of earth you see. Do share more!
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