"George Cleveland" wrote...
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I fell into a reverie about old men and the bitterness that
hangs about some like fog on a cold September morning. A reverie about
my own grandfather slowly making his way across the darkening fields
of my father's farm. His dark green Johnson push button reel and glass
rod hanging from his hands. A Tiny Torpedo tied to his line.

And then I reeled in my line and went home.

What a fitting end to a great TR. Thanks for the nice read.
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TL,
Tim
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