A trip could lead to an advanture, could enlight a thought, or just lead me back to those good old memories! The light, trees, shahow, air, and friendship just right. Leading me all the way through the time tunnel, back to my fishing trip with my dear uncle. He is the one that always complain I am a trouble follower. But, always bring me with him riding his crazy motocycle, in his dirty TOYOTA, to the creek, fishing. We spend all summer in the home creek. The air, trees, shadows just like today. Miss you, uncle.
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