Fish Ghosts Haunt This Place

Tonight the creek is empty; all the fish have swum upstream. I’m sorry. I meant to bring a rainbow trout to the table, but it will have to wait for another day. We’ll dine on dust instead. Dust and mimosa fans. And I’ll drink your tears if you’ll drink mine.

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