Inside The Pantry

It’s an early morning - Could be Thursday or Friday, but either way, it’s day twenty-six. I’ve been paddling nonstop, head down for two hours already, when something stops me - that nagging feeling I’m missing something. I look up from the compass I’ve been glued to for the past thirty minutes, only to be struck by a amazing sight - The morning fog has burnt off, and with the sun rising, the glassy calm water has become a pool of molten pinks and oranges.
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