August 23rd, 2005

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The Dreaming and the Dead

Last night a cool wave brought temperatures down to September levels--not quite truly cool, but quite unseasonably pleasant. I arose early and drove ten minutes to the public fishing access. On the way, I picked up a carton of nightcrawlers. When I arrived at the fishing access, it proved to be a parking lot by a modest bridge, with an equally modest bit of shoreline.

When I opened the worms, they proved to be chartreuse. I prefer my worms to be "worm colored".

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