Why did you have to bring THAT up?!! I had almost sucessfully barricaded that painful memory away. The freight train run like nothing I had ever experienced ..the fish running right taking my line over the merciless rocks..the last green mile of frayed line coming back onto my spool..the too dangerous waves lifting the quarry that looked like a KAYAK with stripes! I stood there looking at the fish -beaten, but out of reach.I waited like Louis the XVIth for the blade which came in the form of a rock depostited milennia ago just for this moment. As the wind whipped my severed line in the salt spray I felt an emptiness that is hard to describe but many have felt over the years.
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