The Drift of Things
Fishing, Frost, and an elegant sufficiency
I went fishing with my son on Tuesday. Trout fishing at a little lake a little over an hour west of us. It’s probably only fifty miles away as the crow flies but it is far enough out into the country to feel like another state entirely.
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