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Canoe #26RD0942

I will run across the Old Mill and enter the end of Middle River. I will find my way into Hudson Bay and dance into the ocean. I will weep in dead parts of what used to be vibrant colorful coral reefs while seeing fish swim by slowly losing my color and life in the endless void of water. Large metal objects are flying in the sky but no birds. Is this war The world is slowly crumbling but I cant do anything for I am just a boat. The years fly away and my creator has forgotten my name. I wonder what my purpose was. Was it supposed to be for research or just a silly project I keep drifting away in thought until I hear a loud bang. I look over and find a gigantic wave along with a bunch of suspicious brown fog blowing against my faded wood. Within the blink of an eye I am now underwater. I pass out and wake up in a wasteland in a fishing net. I get picked up by a soldier with the Russian flag on a pin near his shoulder. I look at my surroundings of what I realized used to be Russia but only to come across dead and fallen trees and grass that hasnt seen the light of day for a long time. I look at myself through the scratched reflection of the pin on his shoulder and find only shredded scratched pieces of wood of what used to be project Craig. I look at the soldiers dead eyes. Is this who I am now A lost soul with no purpose in life I get dropped back into the water and wake up again one fateful day in Norway. I was picked up by a man on vacation who brought me here. I look outside the world isnt ruined The war ended months ago. I glance at the man and then I realize it. This was only the start of my journey.