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Rowing at dusk when the sun is dying and your brain is dead. It’s like Finland’s way of saying, ‘We’re gonna row until we’re too tired to curse anymore.’
I rowed at dusk and my legs felt like they were made of bricks and regret.
Dusk rowing is the only time I don’t want to punch my best friend.
Oars in the Dusk is just me and my rowing team screaming into the sunset like it owes us money.