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His shell was purple with streaks of pink. His soft body was a translucent blue. He scurried around to find a place of solace, so he could come out of his shell. I noticed him trying to come out. I tried to encourage him to emerge. With no luck.

We traveled by train. The destination was desolate. Down on the dock only a couple people watched an orchestra play. There were so few people and it was hazy. All the while, I was searching for something.

I heard his kind voice. I found him in his muted-grey sweatshirt. He turned to me. Picked me up and spun me around. I tilted my head back and laughed in his arms.

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We were walking along the shore. The water was so clear I could see the stones below the surface. I went deeper, even though she told me not to. My clothes were getting wet. I didn’t care, though. At the end of our walk we looked at aprons in the store. I really liked the blue and pink one with the crocheted top. But I didn’t get it. It was too long. On the walk back a girl sat up from her towel and asked me the time. I thought it had only been about fifteen minutes passing.

She said, Time goes fast.

Back at home, I noticed my 16mm camera was hanging on the fridge. I had not left it in that position. That’s when she said she was guilty. That she had been using my camera the whole time.

There were cookies in the oven. I went to take them out, but she stopped me. They were not ready, yet.

I had homework to do, so I went down to the garden. They were speaking French there and I had to listen to fill in the gaps of the story.

I was with my husband. We were on stage in a television interview. They began to ask us personal questions and we both answered with ease. When it was over we embraced each other. I sunk my teeth, lovingly, into his shoulder. It was covered with hair.

We knew each other so well.

Everyone was preparing for the feast. Digging through boxes. Some had already begun to eat. I was searching for a menu.

A girl stood up and proclaimed, “You must take a Satori with you!”

I found mine at the clothing store. I asked the cashier for a Satori and she pointed to a tee-shirt with an eye-chart printed on it.

Satori.
I took it home.