I am still awaiting the Muse. Apparently artistic inspiration is not a direct route. I plan on opening up my subconscious and having my chakras checked. I must remain open to the universe. Although, I suspect there is a God, he appears to be pissed 90% of the time.
We fished on a little known river that had clear water. We had a fish hit a dry fly. Hope is eternal in a fishing boat.
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