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  • We went to the lake yesterday to steal the fine morning.
    Dressed in kayak riot gear we entered the wind.
    All of my preparations and impatience disappeared as soon as we left the shore.
    We went our separate ways,

    There is something new here,
    the autumn light, highlight and shadow accentuates the clear day.
    I have an awareness,
    Of how alive I feel, while knowing that my father is drifting away from solid ground.
    What the wind blows out can it blow back in?

    But we are fighting the wind.
    Rudders down and we are paddling hard, except for the moments on the lee shore.
    Remember the days lived in the lee?
    Just around the corner from the Northwest wind?
    Only the bending treetops told the true story.

    Yesterday morning we went as far from the shore as we wanted and returned in time for lunch.
    Because we still can.
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