The 7th Entry

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I found myself at the lake again today and I think it's becoming a bit of an obsession. The weather was nice so I took a moment to enjoy the warmth before getting to work. I tried a few new spots along the shore, casting my line and taking in the sights. The water was calm and I could see a few minnows swimming near the surface. I fished for hours, but it was the same story: no bites and no signs of anything unusual. I couldn’t help but feel the lake was mocking me. Maybe it was just a big fish I glimpsed and I’m making it into something bigger. Still, I have to know. Tomorrow I’ll go back and keep searching for answers.

    My grandfather admits his trips to the lake were becoming an obsession. He writes about the calm water, the warmth of the day, and minnows gliding near the surface—small details that show how much he noticed, even when nothing unusual happened. Despite hours of fishing and no results, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the lake was mocking him. Reading this, I wonder if he doubted himself as much as everyone else did. Was it all in his head, or was he onto something real? His determination is clear—he needed answers, no matter how difficult. And so do I.