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Sometimes, tides behind teeth get stuck as if the moon, distracted, looses its inexorable pull then all the weight of water sits stagnant while each pescatarian thought from the zipping, inconsequential minnow to the ponderous whale bulk sulks, sick and stuck If you see these green gills, or the overspill in the eyes of those you know maybe sit awhile, harbour side and cast a line or two
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Mar 18, 2022
Mar 18, 2022 at 3:24 AM UTC
Fishing