What That’s Called

ben at the weddingSara had just sat down with Ben and Lucy. The wedding was about to begin—an informal yet elegant evening ceremony on the beach of Lake Michigan. Ben leaned a bit closer to Sara and pointed out toward the horizon where rippling lake met sunburned sky.

Ben said, “Look at that, Mommy.”
“Yes, I see it.”
“You know what that’s called?”
“What?”
“Breathtaking.”

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