Mage’s Boat

When someone is sent to find the old man, all else has already failed. If he’s not out in the boat, he’s out walking, some way off the paths, in-turned, but aware of each sound and scent, and each combination. He’s always just wrapping up as you arrive, tucking bundles in his bag. What do you need then? Cordial, willing, he is, and not surprised to see you.

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About Eric

Since he was struck by lightning as a child, Eric Waldemar has gone on to a variety of endeavors, including abstract cinema, painting, drawing, printmaking (etc), writing and editing, sound-making, university teaching, public spectacle, walking around, and, in a remarkable development, child-rearing. He lives in Denver, CO, USA.
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