I Went Fishing

            I went fishing, I don't know for what, casting my line for whatever may bite. I reared back, thrust the line of perseverance into the unknown before me, sending hope into the wild world of possibility. Diving deep below the surface of just enough where faith sank into the evidence of an unshakable belief that refused to even doubt. 

           I went fishing, I don't know for what, pulling out my catch of these unique fish of golden orange that dwelt in these strange waters of yellow, black and brown; this pond of stagnant meat, vegetables, and cheese waters trying to keep my catch from me, the chewy cheddar cheese goldfish that need to be fished out of a meal made. 

           I charted these unknown waters of a culinary expedition and ended up fishing, making the bold choice to try something new and correcting it as soon as possible when the high seas of flavors were unacceptable. The catch was great, the undertaking too, where I suggested something new, and found I had to fish for goldfish to correct a meal that was too fishy.

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