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Moving On A plentitude of helping hands almost made unloading the kayak and getting it to the water harder rather than easier. Didn’t matter. They all meant well, and she wanted them all here. All of her friends. The two closest to her heart, she suspected, knew. The next dearest had chosen not to come—she was sure he knew. And a few seemed clueless. Which was as it should be. The sky-blue kayak settled on the sandy bank, roof rack detached from the borrowed SUV and safely strappe...