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The Fisherman
He waits
unlike most
and searches
through the muck
through the dirt and the dust,
the nails and worms
He waits
for a glimpse of success
a meal for his minutes spent
on the water’s edge
a reward
for his tireless toil
He waits
as his bucket fills
alongside his hope
then empties
leaving his spirits all the same
For his catch does not ...
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Making Music
Marking Milestones
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Magical
Moving
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