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May 14, 2009 02:17

A little story

"Go for the throat!" You're laughing, getting ready to jump of the edge of the dock into the duckweed choked water. Tabitha, Henry and me are sitting on the edge, fishing poles in hand, smiles on our faces. We haven't caught a fish yet, and all we can see are the minnows, and the occasional flash of a small bluefish, happily swimming past our hooks. Tabitha is using an old bamboo pole that her father loves, that her grandfather loved and made long before she existed. She is happy, grinning and kicking her feet in the water. Sure, an hour from now, she'll be wishing she was back home with her friends, her computer, and all the things she's learned to care about, all the the things she's learned to love, and honestly, who can blame her, when every adult she's known up till now has hated her for not being the same as them. But here she just might be safe. Right now, she's giggling at you as you spring into the water, shouting,"if you want to catch fish you've got to get them where they live! Go for the throat!"
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