A weekend of roughing it just south of St. John's, N.L. was full of the cry of loons, osprey's taking flight with trout in talons yet the thing that really touched me was walking between ponds and ponds chock full of Water Lilies. Something so delicate so far north and so short lived reminded me that this moment is precious, this moment is ephemeral and that this joy is mine forever.
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