My watery state liked to wine (a low end cabernet franc, perhaps?):
Life in Michigan has a strong nose, with powerful mouth feel and notes
of blood and dirt and salt, a sweetness that can sometimes finish
bitterly as it slides down your throat and becomes a little more of who
you will be when you die.
It's from a great post on a blog I just stumbled across, Fat Guy Fishing.
Nothing quite like the events described in it has happened to me. But given the kinds of things that do happen on my outings (usually absorbing, frequently odd), and what they've made of me (sapped most of my potential for refinement), I can perfectly relate. There are certain motifs in the fishing life that sooner or later enter most fishermens' lives and stories.
But, as demonstrated at the head of this post, I DO know how to use a colon.
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