I saw him once, on a little, river island. I was sitting on the bank with a line in, dreaming, staring at the sky. I felt—it’s hard to explain—I heard music. It just sort of…I don’t know when it started. I just sort of realized this melody. I looked down, and there he was. Such a strange face. Evil, good, angry, playful, it couldn’t be placed, that expression. He stopped piping, and all of nature held its breath. Such a silence.
Then it was all gone. I sort of woke up. The line, a fish was on it.
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