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MuskokaI’m standing on the highest point of a sheer cliff wall that leans precariously over the black, black waters of Lake Muskoka way below me. A tiny breeze rustles through the fir trees behind me and gently, almost imperceptibly, pushes me towards the edge. The water below laps against the rope that, years ago, someone thoughtful attached to a strong tree halfway up the almost vertical incline. The rope moves gently in the swell, left..right…left…right like the movements of an impat...