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I met a man on the road today otherworldly, gamin, fey. A gimlet look in his jaundiced eye, he held my gaze and I questioned why he wandered here, a mendicant man of pleasant demeanour, when, from his coat, he produced an ocarina and proceeded to play a tune so jolly yet full of pathos and melancholy that my soul was transported to another place, another dimension in time and space, where I danced and dined and wined and made merry with Fauns and Satyrs and the Juniper berry. Great Pan himself held court over all, and many and varied were held in his thrall, as nymphs and faeries pranced and disported my view of the world was skewed and distorted. As mushrooms and toadstools were proffered and ate a table of provender was assembled and set. My pupils dilated and my eyes grew ever wider and I promised myself to stay off scrumpy cider.

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