. . . spot and shimmer

. . . Here I am, the only girl again.  But my son now, not my brother, catches the fish I don’t, each silvery catch an iridescent, dotted wonder.  We laugh into each other’s faces.

What could be more beautiful than this first catch? . . .
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[story: “how the water flows“]
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