Hoping to catch a recognizable word, I sink a line in his babbling brook. I hook nothing. He’s stocked his stream with unknown language, its syllables swimming by like exotic fish. Refusing to cut bait, I cast again into his vocal river.
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that cynking feeling 
What a unique and thoughtful take on the prompt. Nicely done!
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Thank you.
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A failure to communicate? Not said of you! Your word imagery swam seamlessly.
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Maybe not a failure to communicate, but definitely a struggle to comprehend.
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The heart of communication! I liked this!
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Wow…that is some powerful imagery. Nicely done! ♥
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Very unusual direction with the prompt, but I like it! Great imagery.
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My son tends to inspire me to take the prompts in very unusual directions.
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I just love this, Cyn. I hope you catch one of those beautiful fish soon.
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I sink a line in his babbling brook. I hook nothing.
This was wonderful. Great imagery, flow, voice, everything.
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Lovely!
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