Laying back in a small wooden boat
Oars in
Drifting
Water lapping
Soft warm breeze
Floating
Weightless
White cloud passing
Effortlessly
Going
Where the river runs
Slowly
Drifting
Away
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Relaxing, having put the oars and leaving the boat on the streams of a calmly flowing river. What a peace!