Last night was beautiful. Rowing against the sunset, the water a blue-black mirror. When we row, we are low to the water, just inches above the surface we glide across the far reaches of the Burrard Inlet. Stroke.... stroke... stroke.
I was in the stroke seat last night - at the back of the boat, the last to cross the finish line, when I row I see
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