Take it easy. A man told me this and I tried to follow his advice. I did the best that I could, and followed a narrow passage down to a hidden rooftop. I tracked a rabbit down and sat with him out in the dark forest. I took the train to San Antonio and talked to the fishermen. I worked as a ferryman on a boat on the Hudson River. I ran with the sheep on an island west of Ireland, where the hills all had eyes and the lungs were filled with salty water. Finally, I sat down on the docks of Albany and listened to the wind. It didn't seem to carry any words, only a crystal sound that bore a vague resemblance to shaking leaves.
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