Be quiet and go a-angling. Izaak Walton Be patient until the evening distances the drone of the last boat. Wait while flies scramble like commuters for the final shafts of sun. When your hand rises in its shadow Present the lure. It flutters into life dances on the lake disappears like a word cast upon silence.
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