I really, really miss my friend, soul-mate compadre, poet bulllshit-talker, Latino in gringo skin,
logan phillips. Of my Arizona friends, he is one of the most missed. Well, he and growling-voiced
Dan Seaman, are like the dream-team that circle my head nights when the moon hangs low and dips her fingertips into the dirty rivers of Philadelphia.
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Keep an eye out, I might steal you.
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I always figured that beeing caught and released would have to be deeply terrifying for a fish, part of the terror would come from a total incomprehension on the fishes part of what was happening. I wonder if they make sense of it all after they are thrown back.
I would expect your heart knows how to wield wisdom from past confusions.
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