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A thousand fish found stranded in the middle of a market town have had better days. Hooked and gutted and sliding over each other in barrels, they have the eyes of humans who secretly worship nothing. Some get a fair bit of attention as they shimmy along the cobbled stones, their mouths agape. Traders throw up their hands. A man with long hair holds up two fingers, says he knows nothing about it.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
Water
A thousand fish found stranded in the middle of a market town have had better days. Hooked and gutted and sliding over each other in barrels, they have the eyes of humans who secretly worship nothing. Some get a fair bit of attention as they shimmy along the cobbled stones, their mouths agape. Traders throw up their hands. A man with long hair holds up two fingers, says he knows nothing about it.
#water #drops# eyes# stones # attention# shimmy
diana-silva
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
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