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[dinos]

plastic mannikins where at the lake we camped at, lighting up the night sky with bright lights, thinking light was a forcefield keeping nature at bay, with chemicals for the insects. I watched, and listened to life in front of a small flicker of flame, then slept in a locked metal box

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[paranoidghost]

I know the sound you speak of - it's like climbing to the top of a tree and discovering the air really is better up there. A shame V did not experience the moment with you. Another night perhaps?

Good deal on the dry fly casting. I love the smell of still kicking trout, frying over an open fire.