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Every night, somewhere, sometime, the fisherman sits. Sitting on his wall, fishing pole set up and moon glowing green. He dangles his legs in the water and waits patiently; he never catches anything and never retracts his rod. The stars fill the sky behind him and the water splashes around the weeds.
No-one has ever seen him, yet he’s there, plain to see. Should you find him, there lies the end of the galaxy, with wonders you can only dream of once in a blue moon, yet it is most definitely green. So set out tonight to find the fisherman, go see him sitting on the wall and perhaps you could set out your rod next to him and together watch the stars pass the green moon and the butterflies feast on the happiness that you can only dream of.

Description

Every night, somewhere, sometime, the fisherman sits. Sitting on his wall, fishing pole set up and moon glowing green. He dangles his legs in the water and waits patiently; he never catches anything and never retracts his rod. The stars fill the sky behind him and the water splashes around the weeds.
No-one has ever seen him, yet he’s there, plain to see. Should you find him, there lies the end of the galaxy, with wonders you can only dream of once in a blue moon, yet it is most definitely green. So set out tonight to find the fisherman, go see him sitting on the wall and perhaps you could set out your rod next to him and together watch the stars pass the green moon and the butterflies feast on the happiness that you can only dream of.