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The Canoe and the moon

In the middle of the night, when the late owl flew across the velvet skies, I took my paddle and pushed the little canoe out on to the cool night waves. My paddling wasn’t very good but I knew a bit or two about how to keep the canoe upright. The moon’s silvery light glazed …