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Ballard Locks


Air-struck, wound-gilled, ladder upon ladder of them thrashing through froth, herds of us climb the cement stair to watch this annual plunge back to dying, spawn; so much twisted light the whole tank seethes in a welter of bubbles: more like s [...]

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