Narrator:Now, nearly all those that I loved did not understand youth, are dead, even Jesse. But I still reach out to them. course, now I'm too old to be much fisherman. now I usually fish big waters alone, although some friends think I shouldn't. But, when I'm alone half light canyon, all existence seems to fade to being with soul memories sounds Big Blackfoot River four count rhythm hope that fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, river runs through it. river was cut by world's great flood runs over rocks from basement time. some rocks are timeless raindrops. Under rocks are words, some words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
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