>Stressful times of late have been observed here at Rhetoric World Headquarters. The fish absorbs all pollutants released in its environment through its scaly flesh. But the spawning season looms. I feel one of Whitman’s famed barbaric yawps welling up. It agitates inside me and burns to be let out. But when? And in what setting? One cannot plan these things; they just happen and you hope not to embarrass yourself in the process.

Alas, the activities of the work day reel me back in to the muddy Monday shore.

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