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Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.
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brooks
creation
destruction
earth
environment
fish
glens
loss
man
maps
mystery
nature
parable
past
trout
wonder
world
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Cormac McCarthy |
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USED TROUT STREAM FOR SALE. MUST BE SEEN TO BE APPRECIATED.
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trout
trout-stream
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Richard Brautigan |
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I remember mistaking an old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon.
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trout
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Richard Brautigan |
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The fish was a twelve-inch rainbow trout with a huge hump on its back. A hunchback trout.
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trout
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Richard Brautigan |
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My bare foot sounded like a sad trout flapping against the marble floor.
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funny
trout
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