Freedom for the pike is death for the minnow.
She was never so petty. She did not dabble with minnows at the surface when there were thirty-pound salmon swimming deeper down.
Beginnings start without shade,Thinner than minnows.The live grass whirls with the sun,Feet run over the simple stones,There's time enough.Behold, in the lout's eye, love.
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