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Month: February 2017

Ten: German trout

One of the Germans and I wandered off down the bank though the sycamores into the night. Several long, flat-bottom boats motored by, outfitted with huge spotlights and muscular men who spit mouthfuls of tobacco past the tines of their tridents. Udo, the tall German, and I watched the men…

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