The shriek pierces my ears. Eyes darting body shaking. The summer afternoon by the river. As turn to see the producer of the shriek I notice the river as it bends a twists into his robe. Is it just me?Am I the only one who notices it? The people all around, they're oblivious. The giant metal fish the long wooden snake I'm standing on they mind their business. He just stands there in amazement. What is he looking at? Nothing is there. Then I realize hes looking at me.
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