In our not-too-long-ago past, there used to be little fishing villages where the guys go out every morning and come back with their boats laden with fishies. When they return at dusk on the rosy horizon, the women and chilluns … Continue reading
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Today we had 101 degree heat. I melt at such high temps. My mind disappears into the deepest crack in the sea, and try as I might to sit up and work, my body refuses to function. Just about all … Continue reading
I used to love to fish. Down at the dock, I’d dangle my feet off the end, feeling the outright peace being saturated with sun and calm and things-are-just-right brings. Sometimes I’d row a skiff out, and float around in … Continue reading