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« on: October 10, 2018, 01:49:12 PM »

A blazing fire sits upon a pool of ice 30 yards ahead. A visual contradiction on this December morning, where two men sit around the fire in awe. The men’s hands are covered in gloves, with only their fingertips exposed to the chilly air. Embedded in down coats lined with fur collars, they ramble on about whiskey and catching dinner. Their voices pierce through the air and announce their presence to the forested world that surrounds them.

Beside the men are two fishing poles, dangling thin lines, immersed into small openings of ice. For a brief moment, one pole dips. The men take notice and look over, with one grabbing the pole. Soon after he takes it in his hand, he sighs and returns the pole to its resting spot.

Beneath the surface of the ice is a world unknown. Dark waters carry life, although this world would only take life from the men that sit above. The glowing fire is a sun in the fish’s eye. He darts and scampers round the ice hole. He is tempted by a dangling worm, hours of going without eating remind his body that he is growing weary, but an instinct that lives even deeper than hunger tells him to avoid it like the plague. Still, he encircles the worm, if only to remain alive with the conflict within himself. His own fire burns bright, like the sun ball above.

The one man takes a sip from his thermal flask and with it comes a belly laugh, exploding from his insides and ripping through his vocal cords. The fish stirs, feeling the vibrations through the water and seeing the threatening line move ever so slightly in its wake.
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