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After I’d heard the whales sing I
deliberately started to
miss: I’d
aim too high, too low, to right, to
left, anywhere to avoid a
hit. I
lost my job, of
course –
no-one wants a whaler who’s sentimental over
whales. But there were others, more
useful than a whaler’s, to be
found. Strongman, conjuror, guide, I
tried the lot, but most
of all I sought the winged one’s
company, for
she alone forgives my crime and comprehends my
loss.

SeaBee