| salmon_poem | ||
| salmon fan |
somewhere a fish swam nakedly up the stream toward a triad of stones assembled for its return tangled in seaweed once lost in an inlet once in the wake of huge boats a few times the fish believes, now, in its adopted mother the ocean where all things can happen. returning to touch these stones, to spawn, largely evened, but still odd, again, once again. the fish has come back intact... and so the fish live. |
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