The Fisherman's Dream
by Bob Byerley
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The boy nodded off and he dreamed……… It was the
same dream that he had dreamt so many times before. It was twilight and
the fishing boats had glided silently in from over the horizon. They
moved without sails, passing slowly over the water and as they did they
threw overboard their precious cargo of the magic silver sturgeon. Once
again they stocked the Northbend Lake. It was their gift to the boy. He
would be very lucky when he fished tonight. It was a very good dream,
“The Fisherman’s Dream”.
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