he said: another word swims by, pearly grey and shiny, as it teasingly flips its tail through the course of our conversation. *dip* can you feel the coolness of the water?

she said: a silvery pale stream through a sparse pine forest...definitely a high altitude sensation to be had, and yet the water is not too cold; just a pleasing comfort to detract from the oppressive heat of the world outside the woods.

he said: running at top speed, almost gliding above the ground you're so fast, through chest-high white and orange poppies, plum-red foxglove. hazy around the edges, everybody's laughing, everybody's happy; every ache and pain, every doubt or trace of guilt has dissolved. you are free again, a child; this is the light itself in death.

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