Air is a blessing. I wasn’t thinking that as I lay on the shore, grateful to be alive. In fact, I had no thought other than trying to claw my way out of the river, the giant rapids failing to drown me. But just barely.
I’d been an idiot and not taken the rapids seriously. My canoe had ridden up a rock, lodged there, and began taking on water from behind. I tried to move, hoping the boat would dislodge itself. And it did, by flipping over. Water cascaded over me. Until it freed me, pushing me onto land.
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