The Sun rose...
over Calm Seas...
down at the Beach today...
Line whirred smoothly...
through the rod's guides...
as the lure sailed out...
to probe the holes and rocks...
where the fish are hunting...
Broken Waves wash over boots...
occasionally slapping knees...
as the Surfcaster does...
his rhythmic dance...
at the Sea's Edge...
Down the slope to cast...
step back to tighten the line...
shuffle sideways 'til...
the lure is back...
then repeat slowly...
as you work down the Beach...
Or until the Strike comes...
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