
a memory I have carried… I still see himwhen I think of that summer… a small boywith a fishing pole bigger than his arms… walking the …
the boy who went fishing and never came home (edited)

a memory I have carried… I still see himwhen I think of that summer… a small boywith a fishing pole bigger than his arms… walking the …
the boy who went fishing and never came home (edited)
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