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[theseasonofrust]

".. the night maximo was too tired to sit at the pine table. he didn't even prepare dinner. he slept and in his dreams he was a green and yellow fish swimming in warm waters, gliding through the coral, the only fish in the sea and he was happy. but the light changed and the sea darkened suddenly and he was rising through it, afraid of breaking the surface, afraid of the pinhole sun on the other side, afraid of drowning in the blue vault of sky."

(c) ana menendez