we used to dream the biggest dreams we used to dream the biggest dreams

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On the third day we invented the frogs. It was such a quiet day, and we stood by the sea and watched the boats go by. We both knew there was something missing, and for a second I was afraid it was us, that something was wrong between us. That’s what it felt like, anyway, the silence, like there was a cemetery between us, a labyrinth of quiet families we had to step on before we could meet. But then the frogs started croaking, like slow fingers dragging against a balloon. All day they sang, dumb and useless, and it was the first thing we ever invented that made you laugh. As if finally you had forgotten… it all. I don’t think anyone will ever understand the joy we felt on the third day, when we invented the frogs.

On the third day we invented the frogs. It was such a quiet day, and we stood by the sea and watched the boats go by. We both knew there was something missing, and for a second I was afraid it was us, that something was wrong between us. That’s what it felt like, anyway, the silence, like there was a cemetery between us, a labyrinth of quiet families we had to step on before we could meet.

But then the frogs started croaking, like slow fingers dragging against a balloon. All day they sang, dumb and useless, and it was the first thing we ever invented that made you laugh. As if finally you had forgotten… it all. I don’t think anyone will ever understand the joy we felt on the third day, when we invented the frogs.



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August, 2010