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The Squall of All Squalls

The Squall of All Squalls

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 the shadows under the piers, throwing in my line to see what I could catch. […]