The big lake Stechlin, 2002
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Here and there a few rushes and reeds may grow, but not a single boat leaves its wake and no bird may be heard to sing. Only rarely does a hawk pass overhead to leave its shadow on the surface. Everything is silence here.
Theodor Fontane: »The Stechlin« translated by William L. Zwiebel for Camden House, Inc., 1995
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