The story
He keeps casting where the water only gives back silence.
He stands at the riverbank with a stubborn line in the water, watching for a pull that never comes. The Catfish slips just out of reach, all slick promise and dark moving depth, while the daylight thins and the bank goes quiet around him. He keeps waiting on the tug, knowing the next one might still be the one that drags him under.
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Lyrics
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