"..and as clouds crest, winds pick up and the trout lay low in the middle deep. In the blink of an eye, everything stops. In a split second, the clear water turns to pitch and the trout disappear. Just like it was all magic."
-Erin Block, "Fireweed." Pulp Fly: Volume 2
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