Brown Trout with Fly Rod
James Prosek
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Like the
finest umbilicus, casting your line into water joins you to it. The
currents speak to your bones in iced tongues.
The perfume of conifer and mud attunes your nose to the local biology. You taste its chemistry, wash your ears in sweet white
noise, let it take you back to a time before words and teach you things language never could.
Jessica Maxwell (I Don't Know Why I Swallowed The Fly)
The perfume of conifer and mud attunes your nose to the local biology. You taste its chemistry, wash your ears in sweet white
noise, let it take you back to a time before words and teach you things language never could.
Jessica Maxwell (I Don't Know Why I Swallowed The Fly)
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