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| They keep building these things: Pavilions. Bandshells. Refectories. And nature keeps destroying them, one after the other. But the northwest corner of the lake is too perfect, too irresistable; even if storms and fire take two dozen bandshells, people will still build #25. Nothing matches a summer night spent on the shores of Harriet, listening to music, hearing the whispers and laughter of people out on the boats.
Following are pictures of the various pavilions and bandshells. |
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