Cormorant fishing in Yangshuo near Guilin, Guangxi, China. Christian Vaisse
Cormorant fishing is an old tradition in which fishermen use trained cormorants to catch fish.
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Cormorant fishing in Yangshuo near Guilin, Guangxi, China. Christian Vaisse
Cormorant fishing is an old tradition in which fishermen use trained cormorants to catch fish.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
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Those days of blistering cold are almost always accompanied by a kind of light that is so pure and crystallized it feels like salvation, if salvation could feel like anything. There is a type of winter light, a cold light seeming warm, a light that, when beamed through a windowpane, feels like it clears whatever it touches, maybe even forgives it. It is a light that makes you forget death, a light that makes you wonder if death is even possible. It is a light like water, as beautiful as it is full of life.
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