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You are currently tuned into the wrong station. I'm The people lived on water.

From the water grew the reeds which they wove into canoes,

and packed with mud to make islands and the flood on which they could weave their homes.

From the water came the fish and waterfowl and reeds they ate.

From the water came the Abgalu, who guided them. They lived like this for sixty thousand years, at least.

Then came a young man named Alulim, who ranged far on his canoe,

even to the mountain's heels where the purple shadows spilled across the water with the dying day.

But the light of sunset was golden on the mountain peaks,

and Alalim would sit for a long time watching them,

wishing he could reach up and take them with his hands,

and bring them down into his canoe and carry them off,

so he could treasure them alone in the darkness of his reedhouse after dark dark. Once on a whim, he paddled to the black wash under the mountains where the Abgalu would sometimes appear,

and asked the waters, can a man own the mountain peaks?

And when he asked this, the black water began to boil, and the Abgalu arose from the waters

underneath, like a face coming close through the far side of a plate of obsidian. The Abgalu was like a mighty

sturgeon, and like a strong man. Eighteen feet long or more was its body, and the muscled legs of a man came from beneath

its tail, and the muscled chest and arms of a man came from the fish's belly, and the

fish's head was thrown back like a hood, and beneath it was the long bearded face of a man.

The beard and eyes of the Abgalu were black as obsidian, and of obsidian were made the bracelets and anklets by the Abgalu worn.

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