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Jonah Fishing

I fish this bay all morning.High clouds cap me, a light breeze     tickles the water's skin.Fall's green-brown leaves shade the shore. By noon, no fish. I lean     over the gunwale staring into the water.I cannot see past my own reflection,     rippled by . . . . Continue Reading »

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