A lifelong addiction..
fishing on the bank by m.derepentigny
My father started my addiction when I was a very young boy. He would take me out to a body of water put a fishing rod in my hand and we would spend the day in a peace and serenity that too few allow themselves to enjoy. My vice is terminal, and I am a carrier of the affliction having passed it on to my descendants and others who have fallen under my influence.
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