Only the dock could offer such a playground paradise of perch Nibbling lines. Papa sings hymns softly, setting the mood of Eden.
The laughter of sister, the savory smell of freedom, that only Happens when nature sets the stage. Dipping dangling toes barely deep Enough to ripple the riverbank of water that comforts Earth.
Dancing inside so as not to break the peace, savoring the moments On God's great creation, memories of family and frolic. Concocting imaginary tales of land and sea, secretly Knowing nothing's better than fishing with Papa, sister, and me.
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