When I get that foamy feeling, I find a shallow slough, set the drag, cast to sea. Tug of tides on taut line, the surf is numbing. Bend of pole, a fighting chance in the skinny amongst artificial flies and flashy spinners, a beach caster believes in her sense of sea. © 2022 | K.Hartless Originally appeared on Twitter #vss365
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
A lite bite?
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Maybe I need a new bobber. 🤣
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You’re angling for something
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Keeping’ it reel, as usual my friend.
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Indeed. Almost time for a trip to the sea for me. Soon, and I’m ready.
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I hope you made it to the crystal shores, Jeff. So sorry I missed this sweet comment.
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Ah, thank you, K. I’m going in two weeks. Can’t wait. It’s totally okay. Have a great week.
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Thank you. It’s a nice one day starter and then we have off for the election. I am super excited to spend the day with my littles and perhaps with my journal as well. 💜
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