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" Imagine, in the Haute-Mauricie region, a river or a lake filled with trout, the lapping of the water, the wind rocking the black spruces, a couple of loonies, the sunset…
You dock in front of your cottage. It's chilly. You get to your cottage through a short sandy and mossy trail filled with twigs, steeping over two or three roots and brushing against a few blueberry plants.
Entering your cottage, you proudly lay down your catches of the day that you will clean later, and you light a fire.
Soon, the smell and the crackling of the fire entrance you.
You are far from the worries of the city…"
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