back at sand creek. but this times the poles are abandoned in a tangle near the shore. like a tumble of ancient ruins. it wasnt the girl. she was back home, leaving wasnt a thing that weighed on her. not right now. no, this was something different. something about unconnection. something like loss. "loss of spirit" he said. he thought maybe he should pick up the poles. untangle the silver spider wire and shiny brass hooks. to be patient. and thru patience to somehow win in the moment when winning was almost impossible. he also considered just leaving. leaving worthless poles that had lost their magic. kick the tackle into the creek and lay down the entire heartbreaking habit. for a few moments he stood there, halfway between his truck and the shore. one foot in each world.Birth sign: Taurus
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