This unit dips and rises, swerves and stills, hovers against two different forces of matter with a clashing orange and yellow dress of paint for recognition. A line lifts me, a weight pulls me downward, so I stretch higher and lower on the uneven permanence of each passing moment's impact on my suspended being. My purpose? To snare the movement below and signal the observers above. I capture and alert and I am simply an ancient tool for indicating another life has been caught, leaving you to reel in for the kill.
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