Drifting dry, mend.

Lurking shadow bolts then rises.

One fly, one fish.

Lavender and green, lupine beckon.

Along the trail, memories of change.

River of change, rushes.

Again and again,

rhitogenia morrisoni, flavor of the moment.

Oh the bend of cane.

With friends, we hike,

new and old, we become,

share the stories, freshly squeezed!

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