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Without a Paddle

Tonight I am wide awake.  I just spent the past 5 hours painting. It's now 2 a.m. I am so relentlessly overwhelmed by the memory - eyes like my favorite cup of coffee. Memories of gliding over the water, literally rowing into the sunset in a canoe.  I didn't have a single worry. It wasn't… Continue reading Without a Paddle

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