He had to get back so he could leave early this morning and head out to the North Platte for a drift boat trip. There’s a good chance of catching a really big trout today.
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Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell and the profit and loss.
A current under sea picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell he passed the stages of his age and youth entering the whirlpool.
T.S. Eliot
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