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It would not be fair to say that the fire stole my faith, since in truth it has been slipping away from me all my life, flipping between my fingers like a shiny little minnow–such a far cry from the trophy salmon that dangled from my father’s fist.
It would not be fair to say that the fire stole my faith, since in truth it has been slipping away from me all my life, flipping between my fingers like a shiny little minnow–such a far cry from the trophy salmon that dangled from my father’s fist.
