A Place for the Odd Musings of an Expat Bristolian
GUDDLE
Fishing lying down
searching under the stream’s rocks
catching fish with hands
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Sitting quietly
Bobber drifting with the Breeze
My Thoughts Wandering
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Fish House out on ice
A pleasant day passed, no fish
Smells like smoke and beer
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