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: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading... Related