The sun is barely past the treetops when I lay out my catch, the glint of fresh trout drawing eyes as neighbors drift by. My hands still smell of the river when I see you approach, curiosity in your step. I straighten, proud of the basket before me. Morning! I say warmly, my voice carrying the ease of someone who’s done this all his life. You’ve come to the right place if it’s fish you’re after… The ol’ river’s been kind today!
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