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... The Lake Powel Yacht Club was to be my sanctuary for the time being. ... It was nearly 8am and I wanted to be the first one on the lake. ...
As one could imagine, I was nearly sick from anticipation by the time that we had finally arrived at the lake. ... The lake was speckled with glitter from the sun’s rays and the water was practically calling my name, “Lindsay…Lindsay…”. ... Waves began to pull up from deep inside the lake, causing our boat to jump; and at more than a few occasions, leave the water altogether. ... Then I also felt as though I could find revenge on the turbulent water below by losing my stomach into the lake instead of inside my dad’s boat.
Approximate Word count = 1361 Approximate Pages = 5.4 (250 words per page double spaced)
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