…ke,
I am a fisherman waiting for trout to surface,
waiting to cast my line into the golden hour.
My pulse has slowed to the rhythm of beauty.
I am aware of the brushstrokes of a masterpiece,
the votive candles g…ke,
I am a fisherman waiting for trout to surface,
waiting to cast my line into the golden hour.
My pulse has slowed to the rhythm of beauty.
I am aware of the brushstrokes of a masterpiece,
the votive candles glowing in my wife’s eyes,
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