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It was a still, hazy early spring morning on Lake Muskoka; April 2 to be exact. I was alone in the cottage with my English Cocker Spaniel puppy, Phoebe. The other cottagers were in the city as was my husband. Every morning for the past six weeks, a crew had been building a dock across the bay, but not today. Not a soul in sight. I loved this time of year. The ice was breaking up on the lake and the only sound was the odd crack. Total silence; peace.
There was a meeting at the…Continue