The salmon spawned and died long ago. The corpses rot to bare bones. The dead flesh is too bitter to chew. Dissolved by the running water, it provides a bounty of nutrients to all life that depends on the creek.
What remains in the currents that flow clear as glass is both beautiful and macbre. What remains in the world of the living is like an x-ray of the original fish. The spirit world has hold of the rest.
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