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The last light was slipping through the curtain of fog, but I didn’t want to leave. I knew the way back in the dark. I knew the whole stream like I knew the back of my hand. I could have fished it with a blindfold on. I could certainly get a few more hours in.
I didn’t want to go home. By the water, nothing existed except the burbling stream and the sighing of trees and explosions of birdsong. Home was where the trouble waited. Home was an empty place I could never seem to fill.
I had tried various times. I had loved women, but the ones I found seemed to leave awful quick. I’d tried getting a dog, but it ran away on the second day. Cats wouldn’t even stick around for food.
The stream was the only place where I could relax. So, I stayed until it was properly dark. I didn’t catch any more fish, but I wasn’t trying that hard.
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