consider:
It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us.
Norman
Maclean
A River Runs
Through It
if it’s this: jack trout won’t to be shamed
by someone who isn’t fly, they know, some-
how, the bait, the line, the way the light
of the silk of it is astride the bright
rise of sky summoned up from the river
bottom that no one will be to blame if
the contest is decided, is tied, is
riding the current, the hip of the fisher,
each on their respective way over stones,
on and on nonstop on and on toward home
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