As the sun sinks into the cold breath of night, the fishwives of Matata roll up their fishing lines, hang the catch on the handlebars of the motorbike and head home to heat the pan.
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As the sun sinks into the cold breath of night, the fishwives of Matata roll up their fishing lines, hang the catch on the handlebars of the motorbike and head home to heat the pan.