Monday, August 15, 2016

Snow Hole

I always liked the water, even the time I was almost dead, there was that moment, nothing but bubbles as flowers or stars the washing machine on the Lower Fork of the Salmon that was Snow Hole Rapid after I dumped and Tina was waiting. I was not dead but later Tina came closer to knowing everything about me and that the future would hold her silence and me, paddling like mad to get through it.

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