THIRTYARDS
Bass Fishing. At the pace of the saltwater flyfishing coast. Wexford, Ireland – est 2003.
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“This constant lying is not aimed at making the people believe a lie, but at ensuring that no one believes anything anymore.A people that can no longer distinguish between truth and lies cannot distinguish between right and wrong.And such a people, deprived of the power to think and judge, is, without knowing and willing it,…
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More often than not now, I’d go off through the fields on my own. There were fields that I loved. Fields with a sward of natural, wild herbs. In the Hill Meadow I saw hints of Paradise. It was the only name I had for the flowers that grew there, primroses and cowslips in the…
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The moment when, after many yearsof hard work and a long voyageyou stand in the centre of your room,house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,knowing at last how you got there,and say, I own this, is the same moment when the trees unloosetheir soft arms from around you,the birds take back their language,the cliffs fissure and…
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The plane comes down behind enemy linesand you don’t speak the language.A girl takes pity on you:she is Mother Theresa walking among the poor,and her eyes have attained night vision.In an orchard, drenched in blue light,she changes your bandages and soothes you.All day her voice is balm,then she lowers you into the sunset.Hers is the…
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