Published by admin on Tue, 11/07/2023 - 4:41pm
I went to see the salmon run with Kat, our oldest. It’s late in the season; snow has come to the mountain tops; the silver-sided fish traveling from the salty Pacific Sea have turned dark in the freshwater of their spawning grounds. Below the bridge where we stood gazing down, I saw them: dark shadows under the rippling surface of the river.
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