in the dawn of a strange colour (...me Jasmine)
"I INSIDE THIS STORY AND I WAS UNAWARE THAT HE KEPT A DIARY'.
A strange, violet-coloured sunrise woke me up. From Darisha's hut I could see the old wharf and the fishermen's reed hut was shrouded in a thick sea mist. The humidity of the night had become unbearable and perhaps sleeping naked had not been a good idea. But for Darisha it was vital. She said it was healthy to sleep naked, always. I was also fine with his miraculous cures based on living naked. Without fear of being seen we inhabited that abode. Together for more than two months, Darisha and I were one. One evening on the horizon Darisha glimpsed something floating not far from the jetty. It was naked as ever. We were naked lying on the boards stretched out in the shiny grey of the calm waters. The warmth of the sun had amused itself by playing with our skin.
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