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THE FORGOTTEN ANGLER
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AND THEN, THERE WAS PAVEMENT
There is this strange sphere in the sky which I was told as a grade school child, is made up of gas and is really hot, which kind of sounds like my ass after a great meal at the now defunct Old Dillon Inn in Silverthorne, especially after chasing it down with double digit Buds. Last winter this shpere rarely shown itself here in Eagle, and the roads seemed covered with ice and snow into May. This winter has been a bit more normal, and all though it has snowed another proverbial shitpile, and the skiing has been off the hook, just last Monday for instance at Vail when no one showed, the sphere is having a more normal time of it, and there ispavement, behold it's beauty, and it's warm enough to ride. I bow to the sphere.
There is this strange sphere in the sky which I was told as a grade school child, is made up of gas and is really hot, which kind of sounds like my ass after a great meal at the now defunct Old Dillon Inn in Silverthorne, especially after chasing it down with double digit Buds. Last winter this shpere rarely shown itself here in Eagle, and the roads seemed covered with ice and snow into May. This winter has been a bit more normal, and all though it has snowed another proverbial shitpile, and the skiing has been off the hook, just last Monday for instance at Vail when no one showed, the sphere is having a more normal time of it, and there ispavement, behold it's beauty, and it's warm enough to ride. I bow to the sphere.
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