Crooked tree with canoe tip

I nestled into the canoe seat and the moment my paddle touched the water I felt it: a calmness, a serenity drifting over me, settling over me like a cloak. Despite the raucous calls and splashing from other happy lake-goers, all I heard was the soft plink of droplets falling from the paddle and the nearly inaudible ssshhhhhh of the canoe gliding over the surface of the water. Tranquility.


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