5.

The fisherman casts his net into the morning-glow waters. He’s used the net since he was a boy, trolling the reedy banks and selling his catch at market. The boat suddenly lurches–a young, familiar man flips himself aboard and untangles his limbs from the rope. “Let me take a turn” offers the visitor, but the fisherman has already sprung into the golden depths.

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