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ON JUNE 14, 1992, the day of my forty-third birthday, one day before I was to leave on my kayaking trip around Lake Superior, I rose with the dawn, slipped on sweatpants, sweater, and windbreaker, and walked to a nearby park in my home city of Duluth. Read the first page
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