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What is there to say?
To say what is there.
There is Pete.
Pete has mountains.
He found they're all on casters.
He pushes them to the poles.
Pete is young and a dream.
There is Matilda.
Matilda is a girl so comes second.
Matilda broke her fingertips on mountains.
She disbelieves in Pete.
She thinks of a face that's closed like an eye.
She matches shadows wherever they're found.
She is satisfied every night.
She closes her eyes to check the model and nods.
Her world is a luminous foam in a dark sea.
A tiny foam going away.
An infinite sea going nowhere.
She nods.
There is Kim.
A man because we needed a man again.
Maybe a different race this time.
Anyway.
Kim saw the foam and went into the foam.
Looking out the sky is illuminated.
All the infinite sea is blue most of the time.
He's proud of having gone into the foam.
He's looking for other foams to go into.
Look at today, he indicates.
Look at the hours of today in the shapes of what's by.
You see them as things but they're hours that linger in shapes.
This is the other foam to step into.
You do it each second but you is a lingerer too.
To benefit you must step straight out of you.
Kim takes long walks.
Kim is unsure he'll succeed.
He's unsure he'd remember the step if he did.
Kim may find something new in denying the old of the old.
Goodbye Kim.
Here am I.
Looks like I'm a woman.
I took a few walks in my time.
Into foam out of foam when on beaches.
There are beaches if you pass a lot of grass.
There is a lot of grass if you leave the city.
If you leave the city there is a tree you can climb.
At the top is a message you wrote with a knife long ago.
Not a message to you but it's just you that reads it.
It says.
This was my perfect day.
I don't care if I die or live terrible days.
This still was my perfect day.
And tomorrow I'll look for another.
And if I find one I'll climb some other tree with this or another knife.
And write.
This was my perfect day.