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on the edge of the Rhine one Sunday morning, a man heard cries from farther along the shore.
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hurrying toward it, he lost his glasses so that he couldn't see it properly, but still he heard the voice.
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he couldn't leave it there, so he dragged it home, heavy with some unknown weight, so that by the time he got there and drank a couple of beers, he fell into bed to a night full of dull beats and liquid movement through spaces.
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he woke up to breathing and a rapid beating and going up close, he started to feel
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and as the light changed, he heard the voice and felt the shape of words but did not understand their meaning. "I don't know," he said, "I don't know. I don't understand what is happening." as he started to fall in love.
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as the sun went down, he caught a glimpse of another part.
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and as the light went, she faded
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in the middle of the night,
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another voice started
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with a different song and flapping of wings
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the brittle sound of lobster claws, or some other shellfish, clicked in his head but this was not the meaning of her, he was sure.
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but when he listened more carefully, he realized that all these sounds were the soft brushing of hair: long, long hair.
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he was sure he also saw the bones of bats, but the sound of hair being combed was louder
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and with that he found the next step into who she was, catching him further.
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here there was no golden hair, there was no golden comb. this looked like a spine twisted upon itself next to the broken rupture of the heart. a sailor's voice sang.
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his voice murmured between the discs
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he then came to the centre of her sex, the entrance, where the words became louder and more frantic: ich weiss nicht, ich weiss nicht, ich weiss nicht, was soll es, was soll es, soll es, soll es, bedeuten, bedeuten, bedeuten
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All the fractures of her life and the tears of her body were revealed in this being who one day stopped. Did they fall or did she jump? The long river journey among the rocks and boats of the river finally brought them to him. What should he do now?