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3 FISCHERS Go TO WATER -
...the first man goes to smell the salt, upon arrival...he never looks back, never looks right...never looks left. He watches the colors change as the fog burns off. This man returns to his castle .. . HAPPY.....regardless of the outcome.
...the second man goes in disguise, takes the low road to avoid the tix that could attach to him, if he seize the bar he looks around and will not walk upon it if the I's are amongst him. He will sacrifice the Trophy just to not give away his 3 months of work. This man returns to his castle... unfulfilled and betrayed.
...the third man goes well equipped. He watches the sunset as the sweat beads down the can. He sits in his chair like a King, belching at the waves as if in chorus with them...practicing for his Kareoke night follies. Touches the bait twice but washes his hands before biting his sandwhich. This man returns to his castle...hAppY...
Witch Type are you Interplanakwery FisCher???