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Sep 2015
I sat on a bank of a brook waiting for a fish that I can never can hook I cast and cast.
Fish just never seems to bite the fly I tyed that night.
The brook keeps flowing.  The sun rises and the sun sets.
I keep fishing that brook because  that's when I'm the happiest and at rest.
Jon Holmes
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