Fishing with My Father MAG

August 26, 2011
By Benm21 SILVER, New York, New York
Benm21 SILVER, New York, New York
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Dust floats in the early morning sunlight. I fish with my father 'til the light fails. There is a loneliness here, ghosts in the high peaks, pale with moonlight. The sun silhouettes the arc of the line, shimmering through the mountain air, and for a moment that loneliness is eclipsed by the utter joy of two boys fishing with their father.



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on Aug. 30 2011 at 10:10 am
MidnightWriter SILVER, Ontario, Other
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