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As I stood at the helm of my trusty vessel, Ocanis 48, I felt an undeniable sense of control. The wind whispered secrets in my ear as I guided us across the tranquil waters of Lake Geneva, the shorelines of Port-Choiseuil and Versoix blurring into a hazy green haze in the distance. My skin glistened with the morning dew, and I could feel the sun's warm rays caressing me like a lover's gentle touch.
My thoughts drifted to the memories we'd shared on these waters – laughter-filled nights spent anchored beneath the stars, the soft lapping of the waves against the hull as we drifted off into sleep. But it was during those fleeting moments when I allowed myself to be completely vulnerable, that I felt truly alive. My eyes locked onto the horizon, where a new adventure waited for us, a journey that would test my limits and push me further than ever before.
And then there were times when I let go of all caution – allowing the wind to whip through my hair as we sped across the lake, leaving a trail of foamy white wake in our wake. Those moments reminded me why I chose this life, and why I'd never trade it for anything. For on those days, I felt truly free.
The sun was setting over Geneva Lake when I returned from my boat trip with my partner. We had met at one of the local bars near Port-Choiseuil where we drank cheap beer and danced
