each other only to then find one another again. Every plume was visible, every feather fading from white to black with delicate complexity. All that had to be done was to reach out and touch one, but they were just out of reach. The burning sunlight was no longer counteracted by the wind from the sea. Pulling off my shirt I thought they had disappeared, for they were no longer in sight. Realizing with joy that they had simply floated across to the rear end, I slipped into the pool, creating unobtrusive faint ripples that failed even to alarm the family of geese. Admiring the mother goose it appeared as though she was oblivious to my presence with a beautiful, unaware innocence. Swimming across, the goslings became equally distinct – their pure and upright feathers mirroring the aesthetic quality of the surrounding grass. As they sailed with perfect freedom the geese enthralled me with the miraculous physicality of it all – but whenever a movement was made they would drift away. A wonderful sense of pursuit occupied me; perhaps food could lure them into my grasp. In fear of their departure, I briskly left the pool and moved towards the kitchen. A loaf of bread sitting on the counter promised them joy, as if pre-destined for precisely this purpose. The transformation of the bread into edible pieces was accompanied by the noticeable shadow that began to lurk over the flowerbed opposite the pool, as if slowly closing in on the property, whilst the geese basked in what was left of the precious sunlight.The increasingly misty air outside mirrored the forbidding darker light inside where the sun could not penetrate through the concrete walls. Clouds became discernible through the kitchen window. One last strip of sunshine outlined the contour of the pool, whilst the heavy gray sea of clouds enclosed the remainder of the sun.The sound of a lively chirp in the distance fed my appetite for life. Rushing out to the pool, however, with a platter of finely cut bread pieces,
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