It would seem, once again, that it is time to burn my canoe. Leave no traces of regret, just get in there and do it. I rather like my canoe; it makes for great stories and an excellent fall back in times of recurrence. However, I suppose the point lies therein: I want no recurrences whatsoever. So, today I say goodbye to a past that can no longer exist. Goodbye, my faithful canoe. I will miss you, but not enough to keep me from setting you aflame.
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