The sun blistered my white neosouthern skin as I entered the water. My guide in my kayak was named Michael. ï haven´t felt this relaxed for a long time I said to myself. There were no patients to see and no research articles to write. I just wanted to stare at beautiful birds. Michael paddled effortlessly through the water. I wish I was as graceful I said to myself. After I figured out that my paddle was backwards and righted myself, I picked up speed. In the marshes were about 30 species of birds. The first that I saw were white egrets. Then volia , a tocann. There was a bird with a very gutteral sound. Another sounded like a muscial washing board. There were water lilies too, white and blue. The lagoon was so very
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