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When I was young my father and I would fish in Burrows Bay, halfway between Biz Point and Allen Island. In August, Orca whales would loop thru the bay following the migrating salmon, back when the waters were rich with them. Sometimes the Orcas would surface not ten feet from our boat, giant dorsals knifing in and out of the water with a gentle splash. Sometimes you'd just look down and see an immense shadow, darker than the dark water, slowly pass beneath you. Sitting in a 12 foot skiff watching a twenty-five foot Orca pass underneath put you in your place. You knew that forces larger than yourself had simply passed by and chosen to ignore you. That you had been spared.
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