I finished the book i responded to in the last post & luckily i had another one with me just in case (the weather forecast called for rain). This other book that i brought with me on a boat to this island was written by one who i call brother. This brother wrote a note to me & my girl on the inside & sent it to me through the air over a big sea, a sea much bigger than the sea that now surrounds this island, where it was delivered to me through a slot in our door. An alter ego side of myself that i call Cal published two other books by this one i call brother, so it was at first weird to see & read a new book by this brother published by someone else that wasn't brother to me, especially as these stories had a lot of the same words & wordings as the other two books. Words like brother, mud & fish. The stories seemed familiar to me, of the same family of stories i'd read in this brother's other two books. A lot of the stories even had the same titles as stories in the two collections Cal published. The first story not only has the same title as a story in the first book of singing fishes, but it is also the very name of this book that was published almost ten years ago. And the second story was word for word the same as the fourth story in the second book by this brother that Cal had published. A part of me, this publisher Cal part, at first felt funny about this & had to stop myself from comparing this new book of mud with the other books by this brother that Cal had published, and pretend to read it as if it was the first thing i'd ever read by this brother.