Done. Good night Facebook. _______ TODAY by Tim Pfau Today, I praised a writer’s honesty. He is young and I quite old but still, all readers lay claims to truth, like mule-dragging Forty-niners on pay dirt, sucking teeth, slapping dusty hats to words and crying, ‘Jiminy!”. . . or such. And yet, were I honest, I would tell you of a girl I reeled in, with delicate twitches of rod tip, a ten-pound brown on eight- pound line, only to release her once we finished weighing and measuring how she flashed in sunshine. This is too much truth so I’ll only say, “She was freed to breathe, oxygen again poured over her gills. She swam brightly off.” −words for escape. But know that little trout tears still stung golden lips and all truth’s coarse salt won’t shrink those cuts.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Oct 2013 07:23:38 +0000
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