ITS USE I turn and pick up the line I walked like lifting a stick it's well-balanced I think and longer than me but it won't keep a thief away or prop up a thing I squat sighting along it to check for wiggles or flaws a useful thing but what is its use? I could fish out of time past's dark waters the gleamy or the sodden or raise it to knock down those out of date pulses legally and hide them away in all directions it's not stealing for they come back in the way you feel how the wind veers and then reveers lining up its pulses
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