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The Lakes

The wet here can break a personís heart with sheer persistence.
Imagine one day your husbandís beard smells of damp dog,
his long johns stink of pondweed, and you think nothing Ė
or very little Ė of it. Until, one day,
you wake to find him looking up at you with wet spaniel eyes.
Thatís what itís like Ė an endless incoming tide.
The trick is to give him plenty of exercise.