Down to the river's edge for a day of fishing, Verde
Valley, a beautiful place in the desert.
Sitting on the bank, casting our lines far out into the
water, a relaxing time filled with a gentle pleasure,
touching our minds and hearts for a while.
Excitement when our sons caught a fish and reeled it in,
pure innocent joy standing upon their boyish faces.
What happy memories are brought into their minds even
now, by giving them experiences that helped nurture their
interior lives.
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