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In cornering me on the dock, Carl effectively cracked that measuring stick over his knee and forced me to remember that in a society where gender, power and violence are all connected, even the strongest fishermans vulnerability is never quite as distant as shed like to imagine.
This picture on my desk of three fishermen is proof of the enduring nature of friendships forged on Sitka docks. Boat kids understand impermanence, the ease with which people can wash away.