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Fishing at Night
I've sat on this deck for hours, trying to catch just one fish.
Cast. One hour. Reel in. Lie back and think about what I'm doing.
Repeat.
Suddenly, the sky is dark; the air is cool. Night has fallen over Harmonica Town.
I decide not to give up until I catch at least one. Any. Even a goby.
I turn left, casting my line out as far as I can throw it.
Undetermined amount of time.
Lie back, gaze at the stars. One flies. Make a wish.
The hook is still in the water.
My eyes flutter open.
A bite.