Things just got too heavy yesterday. So, I decided we - the world - needed a break so we could cipher things out.
Fishin'... that's the cure! Time away. But, not too far. Water. Nature's salve for all those terrible itchy things. Blue sky... thinkin', no matter what, it will all work out in the end.
The End. Oh, my. I hope that's not the "future remains to be written" part!
Maybe I need a bigger fishin' pond. Or, some fish.
Fishin' Blues - Lovin' Spoonful - 1965
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