19 Sep memory of love once known
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I imagine casting a dry fly in a deserted, sandy, rock-banked creek. The water is aquamarine but crystal clear. I cast a fiberglass rod, firmly and gently. My fly, a mayfly imitation, lands delicately in a lazy current. It drifts towards the shadow I seek...