Day thirty six.

And it's you, and it's May, and we're sleeping through the day. And I'm five years ago and three thousand miles away. I can work till I break but I love the bones of you that, I will never escape.

Day twenty seven.

He called her a melon, a pineapple, an olive tree, an emerald, and a fox in the snow all in the space of three seconds; he did not know whether he had heard her, tasted her, seen her, or all three together.