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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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Fade in.
There is too much light, we see her and him as two dark silhouettes whispering. We don't understand their whispers until... -Not yet, not yet. -What? -Everything is between already and not yet. We hear a few rain drops. The silhouettes start running barefoot, holding their hands together, avoiding each rain drop. The rain becomes more and more intense. They split and run faster and faster, for not being touched by any rain drop. They laugh chaotically, while running as fast as they can. The rain becomes stronger. He watches her for a second, saving her from a rain drop. They both laugh. One rain drop touches him accidentally, he suddenly falls on the ground. She still runs, until she sees him behind. She comes back. We hear them breathing very intensely. The silhouettes are becoming thinner and thinner. Water is falling through their skin like they could hide a rain inside, in their own selves. -Shhh... now let's just sit here and pretend we are in a haiku. Silence. We see rain drops falling. So many rain drops that their faces are not visible anymore. They don't care anymore, they sit in a slop. The rain drops fall slower and slower until the rain stops completely. She catches one rain drop in her hand. -I wonder if water knows how to swim. Fade(almost)out.
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