The boat sat on the shore, waiting for him. It wasn’t large, only big enough for him and some supplies. Maybe it would carry two if he found someone willing to go along.
He knew that once he set out, the current would take him swiftly down the river and out past the cliffs, and all his rowing would never bring him back again.
He made excuses and found reasons to put off leaving for another day. When he was ready, he would go.
One day he went down to the beach and found his boat had left without him.

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