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Monday, September 3, 2007

Lurking Beasts.

If one looks down upon the Arno from the central bridge, one can see a sight that will renew one's fear of the murky waters of rivers. Black catfish, up to five feet long, compete with suitcase sized round-fish. They slip along the surface devouring bread dropped by the tourists above. What happens when one of the tourists drop?
Posted by Henry Kvinge at 3:07 AM

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