You are my lifebuoy, she once said, I have told you weeks ago, when yuo and I were still calling silently, or whispering red crochet words, that I like a challenge, but hush on calling it that, for it looses its definition. A challenge must always and only be felt, not named. It’s exactly like you and me!

Things depend so much on language or the use of it, she said. If you would use just one dictionary, you would think that the world is all one and all comprehensible.

I knew she asked for her name. I knew she knew she did it the wrong way. I secretly loved her for it and hoped that one day I would be in her head, her heart, her hoof, her ink.

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