We were discussing clarity within the hall of mirrors
The one next to the museum of water
The the museum that keeps a little collection of tsunamis
Hidden in the basement
Covered in droplets
The antithesis of dust
A burned out car waits outside
or rather, it doesn't
Strange
But not hurting anyone
As if expressing something profound about something small
Something so small we hadn't thought about thinking about it yet
And looking at the rust you get a feel for all those who traveled in it
Offered lifts
With plans for their destination
Places worth more than their distance
The clouds close by
My companion opens her infant hand
Something is melting in its palm
An ice cube?
I ask
A diamond
She answers
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