But not big enough for breakfast. I started fly fishing after I found that waters colors, and photograph's of the creek he loved so well were not filling the hunger I had for him. He lights up as he describes the majestic beauty of the creek, stillness that cleanse you, the excitement of luring the fish, placement of the fly.
Long winter nights reading books
He would email just to say happy holidays, talk about his family. I would try to lure him into ice fishing "nope catch and release is all I do". I would send photos of the creek, where he kissed me. And my trips kayaking.
Yes this is all I have to quench the need for his soft lips, gentle touch.......so be it.
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