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Another from "A collection of my thoughts"
He walked carefully along the frozen waters edge. Aware of the dangers beneath the thin crust of ice.
Each step as light as the crust on grandmothers apple pie.
What was he searching for?
He paused for a moment, going to his knees he peered into a small h*** in the ice.
His face seemed sad, his body trembled from the cold.
A strange sight for me to be watching.
Quietly I joined him at the h*** and knelt beside him.
He never looked up.
What seemed an eternity passed and finally he looked into my eyes and spoke.
Something will pass under this h*** and gasp for air. When it does, I will grab it and take it home to feed my hungry children.
I understood. I got up from my frozen knees and left the fisherman to his silent task.
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