1. It was raining outside but I was warm inside you in that room scented of teas. When we went down to the river to gaze on something other than each other, we marveled at the fish jumping. Their dull “plops” echoed in the silence under the trees and left concentric circles on the dappled…
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Couldn’t stop reading your account. Full of images, action, feelings. Excellent piece of writing about the rain, fishing, love, river and memories.