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Glen Abbott knotted the pillowcase and tied it off with three feet of river-black paracord. He tied the paracord’s other end to a cinderblock and slid the cinderblock and pillowcase into the tannic waters near the middling Cyprus. He didn’t take a photo or mark it on a map. Just looked and looked and looked as he counted to thirty. Marked the stars and the date and picked up the wet paddle. As his canoe slid silently through the dark water, he said three prayers and made a wish.