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The River

A quiet foggy morning. The river lies low. A lone fly -fisherman is hoping to catch a trout. Ripples and waves, trickle and play. The trees stoop over the water. Reaching for their drink for the dawn. Shhhhhhh. A squirrel. Nibbling the hickory nut away from its branch. Snap. Crunch. Appetizer on a limb. It’s breakfast , wilderness style.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 12/5/2013 6:09:00 PM
The River rocks! I enjoyed!
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