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In late December the ice came in on Squam Lake. Some skaters were lucky enough to get miles of limpid black ice; the day that Sarah and I went out it snowed lightly, just a dusting on the surface, but enough to obscure the lake underneath. The day we were out five people fell through, in three completely separate, unrelated (and unknown to each other) groups. All were fine. We were one of the groups that broke through; we were prepared and everything went completely smoothly.
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