It seemed like years to her, but how long had she been drifting? Drifting from all the ones who led her to believe she was safe? That she'd be protected from the outside world. She lays her head down on the side of the canoe with her hand in the water, staring at her reflection. Staring at a blank canvas as though she can see all the wrong in her past and still be able to get away from it all, still drifting. Without a care in the world for anything but herself, she leaves home. Leaving behind the remnants of her past and all of the values she has grown up to believe. The thought of all the cruelty, the injustices, and all the judgement is almost too much to bear for this woman. But in this moment, she isn't with her family or her friends. In this moment, she is with nature and the perfect tranquility of the river resonates with her, and she lays there still drifting. The canoe is much more then a form of transportation along the long riv...
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