Un jour, ma cabane

In such a place someday I’ll be getting ready for winter while fishing hard everyday on a wooden canoe. And putting order in my thoughts because when the white would be covering things and sounds, I would be writing this book on the metaphysics of fly fishing that no one seems to have written yet.

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