North Lake, Michigan

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This is North Lake in Michigan, just east of South Haven. It's its own haven to me. I love city life...truly do...but sometimes this is the sort of place I need. And not like a few days each year or so, but a few days each month...or week.

If heaven was this when I looked one direction, and a beautiful city of all sorts of folks living in harmony in the other, that'd be about perfect for me.

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