“I never mattered much to you, did I?”
She walked into the water. What mattered was not my saying, but her.
She is water, awash in the fantasy that a speaking matters, that my saying matters or that any saying of things matters. How tell the sea of my heart?
So, I didn’t say.
Dolphins coursed the surf. They were fishing. This is a matter of importance for Dolphins.
She came out of the water, dripping, wanting words to move our tides.
“Well?”
“sin importancia.”
Dolphins would make matter with fish in water. Tides would rise and fall.
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