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He knelt by the edge of the stream and wet his hands, to protect the fish’s outer layer of slime as he gently lifted it from the water. A thin ray of light had broken through the canopy above to brighten the ground on which Walker was sitting, illuminating both my best friend and the colorful fish.
Whispering Winds of Appalachia
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