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“The North Fork Clearwater”

“When she stooped near to look in my fly box, every cell in my body vibrated. My heart rose up into my throat like a trout eyeing floating feathers. Before I could speak, or move, she shifted away and my words sank back into my undercurrent. 

‘It’s just a fishing trip’, I reminded myself.”

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