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“Oh When The Saints”
How did he get there?
It’s not too deep, he walked out. Or maybe he’s a strong swimmer and he held his instrument high above his head, like this. You can see he pulled up his pant legs and he has a plastic bag in his pocket for his clothes later when he goes back.
Took a boat.
Someone dropped him off.
He had a piece of wood and he paddled with it.
He can do anything he wants.
Where is he? What is this place?
It’s a lake.
A forest. He has bird seed in his hand and the birds will come to him. But it takes time.
A big yard.
A warm place. Mexico or Florida.
He’s just enjoying himself.
He’s there in solitude playing to his hearts delight because when you start playing it can sound not so good. And then, when he’s better, it will be wonderful.
What kind of music is he playing?
Jazz. I like jazz.
Christian songs. Group sang Oh When the Saints Go Marching in.
Stupid. What else does he have to do to excite himself?
What does it smell like here?
I want to say something but I won’t. It’s smelly!
Smells good.
How does he escape?
The Lord has something up his sleeve.
Just swim out.
Who else is there?
He has a friend outside the picture, taking the picture. Maybe many friends! Five or six!
What else?
I see a car on the side here. I wonder what the car is doing there.
The End
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