It falls to me
Story comes from my dark waters. It is a fish who stays clear of hook. It falls to me to entice, to struggle, to work, to keep the line taut. It falls to me to bring to the open, to gently unhook, to keep alive and fresh. It falls to me to kill, fillet, fry, and eat. It falls to me to take in, become, give on for life’s workings. It falls to me to die and give my bio-remains on into the circles. Yes, it is all story.
:- Doug.
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