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Something Silver Can Stay

The river rolls down the canyon, splashing against the hull of my 1984 Alumaweld. My oars help balance the boat as I push forward, keeping a steady line through the roller coaster of waves. I pull over to the glassy waters of a familiar steelhead run I have fished for the last 25 years. I know every...


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