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I have something to tell you.
For a long moment there was silence.
The river was busy whispering many things to the reeds.
Therewith we walked on in silence.
Do you know anything about this?
You are going to be fine.
There was no one out on the street.
Anything vague was treacherous.
We don’t have to talk about this anymore.
I was sad to leave.
Everything was a kind of game.
Everything was still stripped and bare.
The world was made of sound.
Everything could be drumming.
You were finding out that everything made a sound.
If only he could float through the window.
It’s sad. It’s a sad story.
There’s nothing the matter.
Don’t look at me.
You are innocent.
Or are we near-strangers, just assuming and pretending?
There are versions of happiness.
They avoided fights but sought arguments.
So what do you think they should do?
So how does it feel over there?
Things are going well.
Some people are like that.
This is of course a metaphor.
It had taken years before their affair was truly over.
You had to really cultivate an ending.
The secret depths her smile concealed.
The bog crickets were doing a raspy ventriloquy of the stars.
You know nothing about her.
She wouldn’t know where to begin.
I need to slow down.
We were on a narrow street in the city center.
But, what did I find?
We only have limited information to go on.
Through the years to come, she’d remember these days of calm.
It was about to say something if she only watched hard enough.
What are you doing here?
We didn’t have a squeak of trouble.
I forgot all about it.
It was all very realistic.
Gone Fishin’
Stop right there.
I couldn’t just sit there, but I really couldn’t leave.
I moved on before they did.
He needs his space.
He didn’t like people much anymore.