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one day a girl woke up, put her boots on and set off on a train journey across the country. she arrived at the other end of the land, jumped off the train and walked all the way up to the nearest mountain. once at the very very foot of the mountain, she looked up. then she lay down on the ground. she looked up again. there was a cloud moving south, just about to blot the sun. the girl waited for this to happen. the day went dim. the wind raised its pace evers-so-slighty. the girl inhaled and closed her eyes. in her mind she could still see the cloud and the mountain and the last sliver of sunlight shining through. this is the last day of summer. the girl listens. listens to the wind, to the birds, to the faint noise of the trains in the distance, to the sounds of children chattering on the mountain side. the girl extends her arms, open her fingers lets them run through the grass blades. a bee flies past and the girl flinches, momentarily taken out of her dream world. it's just a bee. a while ago someone told the girl to trust herself. the girl feels the grass tingling her fingertips, the slight itching in the back of her bare legs, goosebumps and then the heat of the sun as it comes out from behind the cloud. and she is happy. and she doesn't need to ask herself if she feels happy because that's what she should feel. she just knows that she feels truly and there's no need to question it anymore. the girl gets up and starts walking up the mountain. her boots will start to hurt soon enough, but she will laugh because it's how it's always been. a song comes to her head and then through her lips bursting out. at the top of the mountain she will meet a boy and the boy will smile and kiss her. they will talk about this and that. they will let their hands wander to each other. they will walk down the mountain and back to the station. on the train they may have a sandwich and she'll put her head on his shoulder and fall asleep. the boy will browse through a magazine, look out of the window. out of the window the landscape runs past, there are fields and sheep and cows and drizzle coming slowly against the glass. the boy thinks about the girl and what a curious thing she is. made of softness and hard edges. he looks at her and arranges a loose strand of hair behind her ear. he runs a finger along the contour of her face. wipes a smudge from her cheek. she came on her own and he came on his own. he smelled her skin and she winked and pulled her tongue out. child-woman. man-child. the train runs along the track, the noise filling the space around them. the days are made of this. temperature changes. shafts of light. wild animals. mountain tops. boys and girls. trains. smiles. candy.