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The fish's long shadow slid under the ice and the man knew the fish thought…I’m gonna stay alive….they were the same, fisherman and fish, up and down the ice. Hurling the spear the man missed and felt a little happy about it although he had prepared for this moment all thru the cold winter’s day…I hate being alone here …the man said with a low voice….but suddenly he realized that the strange happy feeling felt earlier was due to the fish presence. Hmmm….seems that I’m not alone after all …the man said and looking at the hole in the ice saw the fish again. The fish swam swiftly in the emerald water, waving his tail almost like approving the man’s thought …
I’m gonna name you Fish ….said the fisherman while sitting down near the little green water eye…the sky was red as the sun was setting down and red flame reflections were jumping all around the ice…You know what? I’m gonna come back tomorrow and we will talk more about this…said the man arranging his leather hat with a firm gesture, and slowly standing up he began to walk towards the lake’s edge, under the water a shadow followed him closely as he stepped on the thick ice.
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