Repairing My Sad Soul
Marsh Creek State Park
March 13, 2005
The Sunday after my dad's funeral, my friends come to get me and take me kayaking. It is still cold and the creek was still frozen in some parts. But that wasn't a deterrent for us. We had to use our paddles to break through some of the ice. It was absurd to be out there under these conditions. But it was exactly what I needed to help lift up my sad soul.
Marsh Creek State Park
March 13, 2005
The Sunday after my dad's funeral, my friends come to get me and take me kayaking. It is still cold and the creek was still frozen in some parts. But that wasn't a deterrent for us. We had to use our paddles to break through some of the ice. It was absurd to be out there under these conditions. But it was exactly what I needed to help lift up my sad soul.
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