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By MildlyOffensive

Fischerhütte

Fishing hut

That smoldering pile of rubble used to be the fishing hut at our fish ponds.






"A rich tang of gunpowder on the cool morning air. Like the smell of fireworks. No sound anywhere." - (Cormac McCarthy: No Country for Old Men)

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