Building memories one canoe paddle at a time
I looked up, and I saw the blue sky with hardly a cloud in it. I looked down, and I saw the blue water. Canoe paddles broke the surface. As we glided across the lake, I looked at my surroundings. Green, blue and brown. Beautiful.
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