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The night smoothes out its black tarp, tacks it to the sky with stars. Lake waves slap the bank, define a shoreline as one man casts his seine into the unseen, lifts the net's pale bloom, lets spill of threadfin fill the live well. Soon that squared pool of water flickers as if a mirror, surfaces memory of when this deep water was a sky.
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