“The mind will say this forever. But I mostly fish rivers these dayas. In so doing, movement becomes stasis, flux is the constant, and everything flows around, through, and beyond me, escaping ungrasped, unnamed, and unscathed. The river's clean escape… — David James Duncan Copy Share Image
Well, it seems all the fish in the rivers are dying. Could this be an act of cod? — Colin Mochrie Copy Share Image
