In Big Two Hearted River, Hemingway wrote this after the protagonist just broke off a big fish:

"He sat on the logs, smoking, the sun warm on his back, the river shallow ahead entering the woods, curving into the woods, shallows, light glittering, big water-smooth rocks, cedars along the bank and white birches, the logs warm in the sun, smooth to sit on, without bark, gray to the touch; slowly the feeling of disappointment left him"

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