Raymond Carver - The Current These fish have no eyes these silver fish that come to me in dreams, scattering their roe and milt in the pockets of my brain. But there's one that comes-- heavy, scarred, silent like the rest, that simply holds against the current, closing its dark mouth against the current, closing and opening as it holds to the current. -- http://mypaper2.ttimes.com.tw/user/parasite77/index.html --

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