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{(belated) elegy for richard brautigan} howie good Steelhead trout dapple the Pacific Northwest like the silver sound of Chekov’s phone ringing. It’s a little early to think about dinner. |
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{(belated) elegy for richard brautigan} howie good Steelhead trout dapple the Pacific Northwest like the silver sound of Chekov’s phone ringing. It’s a little early to think about dinner. |