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Relaxed

These are the times that don't happen very often, at least not on a weekly basis. My sister took me to a recreation center that had paddle boats for rent. We spent three blissful hours going around a lake that used to be a gravel quarry. It was quiet and the sun's power was tempered by giant, puffy pillar clouds. It was peace that both of us needed after having a very stressful week.
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