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Sunday, July 10, 2011
A Fishing Story
I thought, "The crickets are chirping, the sun has fallen, the water is still, the air is still and slightly musty." I said, "This is the time of day my parents would say 'a few more minutes of fishing before we pack up for home.' The sound, the sky, the smells all say this."
Scott says, "Otherwise known as dusk to everyone else."