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Nothing to do with fishing
As you let her warm up watching your breath turn to mist. You start rolling down the road the cool fall air bites into your face and body. You smell the wood stoves from the passing houses, you realize as you watch the colors of the changing leaves in the lights. Why you love New England in the fall so much, and why no place else could ever be "home" or more than a place to rest your head..... Sorry guys know this sounds so wierd and has nothing to do with fishing... Its 2:10 am and I just got in from taking my good friends Harley for a ride tonight.. I have been riding since I was a kid and its like therapy for me, This is just a thought from an Islanders brain at peace for the moment...
P.S. as I was on my way back to the house the bank said it was all of 38 degrees out... lmao
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