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It Is Utterly Soothing To Fly Fish For Trout. All Other Considerations Or Worries Drift Away And You Couldn't Keep Them Close If You Wanted. Perhaps It's Standing Thigh Deep In A River With The Water Passing At The Exact But Varying Speed Of Life. You Easily Recognize This Mortality And It Dissipates Into The Landscape.

I Write Novellas Because I Don't Like Loose Sprawling Prose.

Your Kids Inevitably Want To Move Where They Had Their Vacations When They Were Younger.

I'm Not Rational Enough To Be A Good Journalist.

The Days Are Stacked Against What We Think We Are.