There was once a man. A man who lived alone at the top of a mountain. When the man was a boy he was shunned by his village and so he left and grew. As he became older the man became lonely but forgot how to speak so instead he wrote. He wrote and left his words in bottles that he let float down the river of the mountain during the spring melts.
The village found the bottles and the words gave them both strength and joy. Each spring they would wait for new words never knowing from where they came. But the man remained at the top of the mountain writing endlessly until his last days when the river of words stopped.
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