No sounds but the bugs, the wind, branches rubbing, the water lapping at the shoreline, the rod cutting the air. You pause, you take it in. All alone. Solitude.

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The day’s done. You hike back to the rig. You retrace your tracks heading out. Euphoria, a peace, has taken over. Hold onto it as long as you can.
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