. . . hold wonder

 

. . . YoungSon catches his first fish. Then another, matching his grandpa, my dad, fish for fish.

That it would be more authentic if I were worried about doing it right, about winning here or failing, is just one more sweet thing
about having come of age. . . .

.

[story: “how the water flows“]

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