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The last of my Armstrong Spring Mosquito bites fade quickly from my body like the end of a movie leaving the screen.
I'm here on the California coast. It's foggy. The Pacific crashes. I'm far
away from that beautiful creek outside of Livingston, Montana, where the
sunset echoed off the mountains to remain in my eyes longer than its existance.
I could still see the sunset after it was gone.
The mosquitos bit the hell out of me a few evenings ago while I explored a hatch of May flies like an astronomer but instead of discovering a new comet, I hooked a good German brown trout on my rod.
I lost him but I didn't feel bad because I've come to know that there isn't
enough space in your life to keep everything.
You'd run out of room.
Goodbye, mosquito bites.
Richard Brautigan
The Tokyo-Montana Express
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