Tears and miles and years and smiles

As my time in Florida ends, and the past week fishing, hanging with salt water guides, going down with the sun and rising with the sun in the Sport Fish Capitol of the world, let alone fly fishing. I seem to have these creative juices flowing again, this drive. After spending long hours, staring at the glared water, searching, looking, waiting. I had a thought. A quick one. but still a thought.

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