An hour later,
We're sitting in the body of a wooden canoe.
Ella hands me a paddle.
"Just stroke forward," she instructs me.
"I'll handle the turning and other stuff."
With my first push of the paddle,
The canoe glides forward into the smooth, clear water.
It's nice and warm
But hopefully, I won't end up swimming right now.
Her
By _Purple_rain
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