Rafting on Peace river, riding the water swells, that was our perfect way to spend a perfect day.
And so, come the autumn time, their foliage of gold and red became the finest of river rafts.
Upon boat of golden leaf they went rafting on water-strands that rocked them as much as any mighty wake.
Amid the white-water, amid the splashes of laughter and mirth, rafting together became a shared dream that both mended bonds and spun new strands.
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