THIRTYARDS

Now, the mist across the window hides the linesBut nothing hides the color of the lights that shineElectricity so fineLook and dry your eyes We, so tired of all the darkness...

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“I never thought I’d become a fishing writer,” John Gierach told me during an interview in 2006. I cannot imagine this sport—or this world—had he not. John died yesterday morning of...