A tale I wrote
Where do we go from here? I could climb inside your eye and look at the sun for the first time. We could jump in that puddle and learn the word “wet”. Maybe I could sit inside your ear and laugh at a Labrador’s bark, a door hinge’s squeak, a recycling truck’s reverse beeps. Where do we go from here? We could catch a train to a time you don’t want to pull faces with me, ride the bus to a flat you won’t invite me to, fly on a plane to a world where my hugs do not exist. Where do we go from here? Costa? Maybe we could get those crisps you like.
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