As I began my “Drift 1,” I noticed a lone man in the distance, rowing his boat, and I stopped to catch the sounds of the oars breaking the silence of the tide, both through the water and chunks of ice that had yet to melt.
As I began my “Drift 1,” I noticed a lone man in the distance, rowing his boat, and I stopped to catch the sounds of the oars breaking the silence of the tide, both through the water and chunks of ice that had yet to melt.
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