| Down below the shining moon Around the trees, a sacred gloom Running with the midnight sky Knowing the thing that makes you cry Night is full with my essence Eternal light betrays my presence Soaring through my endless task Shadows are my faithful mask |
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When she was about three years old, I began taking my daughter, Sally, fishing with me. Since she caught very little, I’d ask her if she’d like to reel in one of my fish. This, I felt, would give her the idea of how it was to be done, and keep her from getting disheartened and bored.
Just before her 13th birthday, we were out in the canoe, and she was pulling in fish after fish, while I couldn’t hook even one. Finally, after about her 12th fish, Sally turned to me and softly asked, “Would you like to reel in my next fish, Dad?”
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