She floats and swims like the fish she is in that blue world with the rays of dawn brushing the surface of the neverstill water. She howls and purrs and growls,wet with salt, in the sand, and shakes her glasses off, all animal energy in the night with the rumor of the sea dying out the hooting and hooting and howling.
She sings along in a beautiful voice that wasn't made for singing to the good winter's voice.
She'd rather die in fear than live on forever.
But we will, live forever, as long as that wall exists.
We will.
