Notes. Descriptions. We are a conversation rising up behind the eyes. Do we have the same eyes? I drank short gulps of the tea, ate dry crispbread, butter and sesame seeds. Around hesitant stars we came up with names for things. The lime. Coloured the words gentle. Suddenly one night, giraffes fell from your dreams. For every layer of meaning in the stones.

By the outermost shores you had found a small, green stone.