Posted by Iara August 21, 2014 And there he was … fishing the light fishing the light, by Iara Vega Linhares He use to be there every Thursday. And when is not him, it’s another one. There is always at this time of the morning a light fisher. He does not see me. I see him. And we both see the light. Iara. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading... Related