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Under a murderous, baking sun, I see twelve fishermen lowering their nets. But the water of the sea is now very shallow. Just a few fish are packed on the ice with the first effort.

Hopeful, they hitch the net behind the boat again. With the water surface first rough and stormy, and then mirror smooth.

The net is now lowered deeper towards the bottom. The net is now very heavy, with a hundred-and-forty-four-thousand noble fish splashing around in it. The pure ones are soon taken to their end-time task.