Friday, March 15, 2013

Haunted by Whiskers

"Eventually, all waters become warm, and a carp swims through them. The carp was put there by the meddling hand of man and swims over silty bottom from the basement of time. On some of the flats there are timeless mud clouds. Under the mud clouds are tails, and some of the tails are theirs.

I am haunted by whiskers."

Adapted from Norman Maclean.

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