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I've Come to Know by Sharmagne Leland-St. John (after an oil on canvas by Mary McInnis) I've come to know that sun dappled path through the spinney down to the river. Sometimes when I dream about you, you're already wading the river, your fly rod at 10 and 2 then the monofilament billows out and the fly you've carefully crafted hits the surface of the stream and a second later I hear you call out, "I got a strike!" You jerk the rod to set the hook. Then the whirr of the reel as the steelhead runs... You follow him downstream, gingerly manoeuvring across slippery rocks and uneven sandy shoals. Then I awaken and know I won't be having steelhead for dinner tonight, but I'll follow the trail down to our river, sun myself on the boulders and wish you were still here.
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