The Sunday Whirl

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Shadows of trout in the forest creek cause only a mild ripple as the summer sun is still rising in the morning mist. A perfect time to fish he thinks, sitting quietly, and removes the bag of lures from his belt. Optimal time is short for the fisherman soon the sun filtering through the trees will be too bright overhead. A wise old crow serves as a warning sentinel when the sun reaches that point. It’s lucky the man came at dawn.

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