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the best fishing trip to the cabin and we never went fishing, a torrential down pour. it rained for 3 days, the electricity went out and we had charcoal, barbecued on the porch. a candle and a lantern. there were batteries and a radio. we smoked a joint, drank beer and we talked about the the stars and the care and release of fish. listened to music... ...an hour before sunrise I took my fishing pole and headed down to the river where the ripples and rapids mimic modern life sunrise lit the sky on fire and slowly off the river the mist rose mingled into sky and I spread my brother's ashes in the river and every river flows to the sea. (love you, Dean)
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Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 4:27 PM UTC
every river
the best fishing trip to the cabin and we never went fishing, a torrential down pour. it rained for 3 days, the electricity went out and we had charcoal, barbecued on the porch. a candle and a lantern. there were batteries and a radio. we smoked a joint, drank beer and we talked about the the stars and the care and release of fish. listened to music... ...an hour before sunrise I took my fishing pole and headed down to the river where the ripples and rapids mimic modern life sunrise lit the sky on fire and slowly off the river the mist rose mingled into sky and I spread my brother's ashes in the river and every river flows to the sea. (love you, Dean)
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Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 4:27 PM UTC
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